You cut off all your fingers
  Trade them in for dollar bills
  Cake on some more make up to cover all those lines
  Wake up and stop shaking, you're just wasting time
  Don't oyu want some of this
  Don't you need some of this
  You take but cannot be given
  You ride but cannot be ridden
  Pinch this tiny heart of mine
  Wrap it in soil twine
  You never read what you've written
  I'll be your lover
  I'll be forever
  I'll be tomorrow I am anything when I'm high
  Don't you want some of this
  Don't you need some of this
  YOU SHOVE YOUR HAIR DOWN MY THROAT
  I feel your fingers in me, me
  Tear this bitter fruit to mess
  Wrap it in your soiled dress
  Now you must spit out the seeds
  *repeat chorus*
  All dried up, and tied, up forever
  All fucked up and dead to the world