From the recording Cut It Out!
Alternative rock artist moberod returns with Cut It Out!, a striking new single and video that blends sarcasm and sharp-edged emotion into one unforgettable experience. Known for his one-man rock show and unapologetic honesty, moberod once again delivers a song that’s both personal and universal — a cathartic reminder to let go of the things that haunt us.
“Late one night, I was trying to sleep... lost in thought... when I came across something that shouldn’t have been there,” says moberod. “I told it to go. It wouldn’t leave. So I wrote ‘cut it out!’ in my notebook. That moment became a song about freeing yourself from what won’t leave you alone.”
A blend of satire, symbolism, and straight-up rock attitude, Cut It Out! channels the energy of Linkin Park, Green Day, and Foo Fighters, filtered through moberod’s signature one-man-band grit. The song’s video — equally bold and unsettling — takes viewers deep into the metaphor, packed with hidden details, dark humor, and visual “Easter eggs” that reward repeat viewing.
“Cut It Out!” is more than just a song — it’s a release, both emotional and artistic. It continues moberod’s evolution following Pieces and The End of the World, each project pushing deeper into the tension between resilience and self-awareness.
Lyrics
She’s high strung
Hip-slung
Speaking with a sharp tongue
Rolling in catastrophe
She’s a half-wild love child
Hundred mile junk pile
Fooling everybody but me
Keep it all down
Can she turn it around for me?
Doing what she can to survive
She’s not the one
But let’s have some fun
Cause it makes me feel alive
The truth is that your secret
Felt like living out a lie
You went back home
Now I’m alone
With the poison still inside
Bullets, blood clots, tumors, knives
Fishhooks, splinters, and first wives
Twisting through me all the same
Your kiss was only fuel for pain
We wear disguise and borrow skin
When does it end and I begin
Performing my own surgery
Cut it out! Cut it out!
It was never part of me
He’s a half-drunk
Street punk
Living in a car trunk
Breathing in the gasoline
Got a short fuse
Bad news
Breaking all of your rules
Just a kick away from unclean
Keep it in stride
Find a place you can hide
Cause he’s looking like he’s ready to breathe
I’ve got the fix
So, let’s scratch the itch
Sew it up and watch it bleed
Bullets, blood clots, tumors, knives
Fishhooks, splinters, and first wives
Twisting through me all the same
Your love was just another phase
We wear disguise and borrow skin
When does it end and I begin
Performing my own surgery
Cut it out! Cut it out!
It was never part of me
Bullets, blood clots, tumors, knives
Fishhooks twisting in our sides
I’m learning how to play the game
You take the cash
I’ll hide the shame
I can’t afford to lose my grip
A steady hand so not to slip
Anesthesia, let me be
Cut it out! Cut it out!
It was never part of me
Sew it up and watch it bleed
It was never part of me