• Stitch my eyes shut
    Kick me through the door
    Pick me up and
    Throw me to the floor
    Smiles just make me sad
    Why are the fun things oh so bad?
    Things with me are Ironclad

    Don't you love me
    I love you
    What's to come of you
    When there's nothing left to do?

    Have my ears taken off
    Thrown into the black room
    Leave me cold and starved
    and sent straight to my doom
    Undo my stitches
    And just bleed through
    And see through the thick of blood
    Before You drive me insane...

    Seethe and filter my lungs of the air
    All that was loved has now died
    To be buried alive
    Is the sensation THE sensation of my time
    Burn with me tonight
    Leave my eyes shut tight
    I don't hear it
    I won't Deny it

    Don't you love me
    I love you
    What's to come of you
    When there's nothing left to do?
    Why won't you love me
    when there's nothing left of you....