Tekst piosenki
I said, „take care of me.”
Pull my skin together and be my therapy
We can play the wicked game, but be careful – it’s Russian Roulette with a grenade
And a handful of handguns. Blow me away
I don’t want to die, but the spoonful of Ipecac is soon to be in my veins
A pre-lude to an instant death
I’m dehydrated, sipping anything to to keep alive but Hennesey and peace of mind
That glass was half-empty from the beginning of time, no need to lie
You swore that we’d be fine
Pinky promised, then I seen the blood drip
You’re a creep. Sleep at night with your grief
It’s intriguing how we try to leave but the cycle keeps repeating
This maso-sadist scene is fiesty, but it’s needed
It’s a strain to call this sweet
When the pain is all we need
And it hurts so good
Love. Lust. Blood all over my hands. Do you see?
Do you see?
Why are you smiling at me?
I’m guessing this is your thing
But I can’t take it
Oh my god, I just can’t take it
One more of shot of that heartbreak and..
And I’m gone before you save me
If you want to at all
So, don’t stare at me
I can see inside your eyes: you care for me. But, I guess I’ve got to wear these strings
Cut yours off, carefully
Something’s wrong. Tell me please
Show me that I’m not out of my mind, paranoid, scared and weak. But, that’s it
Yeah, yeah, that’s it
My trust is wearing thin
Like my bones and my skin
I’m your own skeleton
You’re my soul’s medicine
Withdraw when I’m without it all. Give it up or I’m dead and stiff. Let me in on this experiment
Tell me your plans now
To empty every feeling into your bag now?
Close it up and crush it up, well I can’t tell
This is a bad vibe. Living with hands tied
It’s a strain to call this sweet
When the pain is all we need
And it hurts so good
(Hook)
Cut me open at the seams
Film it on the camera screen
Yeah, baby, you’re red-handed
Oh yeah, baby, you’re red-handed
Cut me open at the seams
Film it on the camera screen
Yeah, baby, you’re red-handed
And I’m loving every second of the damage…
(Outro)
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