If you couldn't then who would

Pluck the cord that makes me steal?

Life from a big thick box

With more blood than I can contain

You always have some to try

You always have some to try

I always scream like I'm dying

I always scream like I'm dying

For, for, for, for

Nothing

We could all stand in my head

And search for what makes me

I need to go right on back in

And give some to get some

I'm cutting and your draining

I'm cutting and your draining

So I can smile at my point most dead

So I can smile at my point most dead

For, for, for, for

Nothing

If you couldn't then who would

Pluck the cord that makes me steal?

Life from a big thick box

With more blood than I can contain

You always have some to try

You always have some to try

I always scream like I'm dying

I always scream like I'm dying

For, for, for, for