I can't shake this Wrapped around my ribs Squeezing my lungs tighter 'til I'm out of breath Put my pieces Back into one Put the oxygen in and come undone Anaesthetic needle, punctures the vein It is cold at first, but then you go These tools are sterilised, and gleam Soon covered in blood, glistening In and out of consciousness I'm soon to wake up, I'm soon to wake up They have punctured my flesh, so carefully I'm weak, now let me sleep I can't shake this Wrapped around my ribs Squeezing my lungs tighter 'til I'm out of breath Put my pieces Back into one Put the oxygen in and come undone Puncture! Puncture! Break the mass up! Break the mass... Come test me out What's going through? Looks as though these tubes won't work Remove this tumour, all hands on me Their gloves, tainted, coloured red I can't shake this Wrapped around my ribs Squeezing my lungs tighter 'til I'm out of breath Put my pieces Back into one Put the oxygen in and come undone (Puncture! Puncture!) Break the mass up! Break the mass up! (Puncture! Puncture!) Break the mass up! Break the mass Up! Let's begin healing well Stories with scars to tell