Burying the hatchet Where it never makes a sound You can find it six feet under Decomposing in the ground Call me up a doctor 'Cause these idle hands Do as they please They obey no master Take them from me Call a doctor These hands are my burden Better put them on the shelf Oh, I swear I need a surgeon Won't you make me something else Let them try again to fix me You can't tame the wrath inside I wonder how the Jekyll coped To know he was the Hyde Call me up a doctor 'Cause my brain is set to overload It obeys the monster Take it from me Call a doctor My brain is my burden Better put it on the shelf Oh, I swear I need a surgeon Scratch this version of myself These hands are my burden Better put them on the shelf Oh, I swear I need a surgeon Won't you make me something else Death is the distraction We began inside this trap And it's all a chain reaction Don't get settled in too fast Silence all the voices They're competing in my head I think it's time to meet my maker I have no control and... These hands are my burden Better put them on the shelf Oh, I swear I need a surgeon Won't you make me something else My brain is my burden Better put it on the shelf Oh, I swear I need a surgeon Scratch this version of myself