you cut off all of your fingers
  trade them in for dollar bills
  cake on some more make-up to
  cover up all those lines
  wake up and stop shaking
  don't you 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 up in soiled 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
  tear this bitter fruit to mess
  and wrap it in your soiled dress
  now you must spit out the seeds
  [chorus]
  all dried up and tied up forever
  all fucked up and dead to the world...