A parent walks in on a child cutting them self Laughs and says you're silly dear, you're only hurting yourself. So cut deep or don't cut at all Are you listening? I don't care what your parents tell you, don't cut at all Oh please be listening... I don't care what those bastards tell, you don't cut at all.
You're staggering in you find a finger gagging yourself you heave and say i'm not like those pigs. I don't care what's good for my health. Controlling the room with tilted thighs It comes to me as no surprise that i even flicker on my own
Feed the one that's closer As you're flickering on Feed the one that's closed As you flicker
Starving artist you will I said it before Shed your burdens and build on
You shed your clothes in spite and whisper i make the demands.
Well, i'm doubting my portrait of skin But i'm sure as hell won't find limbs down my throat The substance of wait defines the beauty laced behind the pride of my even scales they stand alone
So cut It's not living deeply Cut No, not at all
You shed your clothes in spite and whisper i make the demands.
You bare these lines to cleanse your system You bare these lines despite the symptomsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
