Cutting and Draining - Orange 9mm

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

And 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 need to go right on back in

And give some to get some

I’m cutting and draining

I’m cutting and 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…