No eye contact with your reflection
Hating what's inside yourself again
Maybe your heavy conscience could use some correction
Pay doctor yourself more attention

Secrets will unravel before your eyes
Dig in, kiddo, and separate the truth from the lies
It starts with a small incision

Sharpen up your mental scalpel blade
Pinpoint all the thoughts that are decayed
Cut them out and lay them on a sterile metal tray
Stitch yourself up and just walk away

It starts with a small incision
Your road to recovery starts with a small incision