Nah the blood runs out Mark red lines across the pavement whilst the snow falls down stained crimson on the ground Don t call the Police I m begging you please Because Ya know It s dark in this cave The spotlight can t find the stage It s dark in this cave but it feels like home so I think I m gonna stay Here where the looks fall cold you know this knife shines bold and then I m running I wish I could just fall off But now it s getting kinda hard I think ill be leaving in a funeral cart (don t call the police I m begging you please) Who d of thought the lies they told you would awake my restless brother Who d of thought the lies they told you would awake my sisters lover Nah don t call the police I m begging ya please ya please ya please!