the hole in me is greater than the sum of its parts

[Intro]
The hole in me is greater than the sum of its parts
Every cut, every bite, every break, every contusion
My soul is marbled with bruises
These things are never linear
The marks only fade on the skin
The dotted lines of serration leave visual guides for easy de-gloving
You followed them perfectly
You only wanted the skin at the end of the day

[Verse 1 (Overlayed with Verses 2, 3, and 4)]
The hole in me is greater than the sum of its parts
Every cut, every bite, every break, every contusion
My soul is marbled with bruises
These things are never linear
The marks only fade on the skin
The dotted lines of serration leave visual guides for easy de-gloving
You followed them perfectly
You only wanted the skin at the end of the day

[Verse 2 (Overlayed with Verses 1, 3, and 4)]
At some point I started to pride myself on my pain tolerance
My masochism is a symptom
You never gave me the choice to listen to my body
So I learned to ignore it
No, I don't know what I want just keep feeling me up until I dissociate enough
To stop recoiling at your touch
And then eventually it'll start feeling good
And I can use that to convince myself I'm okay with this
The worst thing you could have done is ask
Because then I would have to confront the possibility
That I'm not okay with what is happening
And this turns from a mid hookup to something far more traumatic
And this is supposed to be the high point in the cycle anyway

[Verse 3 (Overlayed with Verses 1, 2, and 4)]
The strings have been cut for a long time
But my muscles remember exactly they were pulled
Marionette phantom limb instincts
I am a haunted puppet controlled by the ghosts of those who have hurt me

[Verse 4 (Overlayed with Verses 1, 2, and 3)]
Nothing has killed me so far and it would be so much easier if any of it did
Countless attacks worth of panic lay dormant beneath my skin
The crash knocked out the radar
Battered by the winds