My bloodied fingertips Push the judge and jury in Let the iron spin one last time I lay down in my bed To dye the pillow crimson red Turn my head Inside out I couldn't stand myself, but God, I was so eager to please I gave away everything to make room for your disease
Place your hands around my neck Make a fist and steal my breath I'll praise your name and sign my name one last time Leave my skin on the floor Kick the chair and stretch the cord Until that part of me is gone for good It's gone for good Gone for good Gone for...