OBW Saints

I’m a patient waiting for knife
The operator calls me on every line
To tell me all about how I’m rotten inside
Biting into pieces to decide if I’m ripe
Satisfaction comes one piece at a time
Where I’m going I won’t need to comply
My tastes have changed to accommodate
What I gave was never innocence
My tastes have changed to accommodate
What I gave was never innocence
I’m in business with a plan of my design
Compulsive habits are the products I supply
I’m at ease with
Always deceiving
I’ll feel so clean when I come out the other side
My tastes have changed to accommodate
What I gave was never innocence
My tastes have changed to accommodate
What I gave was never innocence
My body’s ruined but I’m moving past the urge
Yes I’m afflicted, but I get pleasure from the work
And now when I’m around
You’ll leave the cards out
Ask me my number
Tell me how much better looking I am