Cutting and Draining 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
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 you're draining
So I can smile at my point most dead
For, for,for,for
Nothing