When your broken from the breakup,
and those cold tears smear your makeup,
and you're wishing he made sure you were dead
when he left 16 sutures on your throat dear
from your left ear to your right ear
goes to show you you're no good at breaking it off.
"Oh Holy Grace they made love to your face with a box cutter
now you'll croon through the cavities girl.
The ropes burn your wrists,
tape stinging your lips,
you're crying out
when those phantoms they claw at your door."
Tied with barbed wire and guitar string
to a junkie's soiled box spring
you were thankful for the gym socks he stuffed in your mouth.
'Cause the blood soaked through the tissue
when your teeth broke when he hit you.
You denied him the pleasure
he gets when you scream.
Say the words
tear the gauze
and these bastards pay with their lives.