When the fingers are inside the wound
You can feel the pulse
Of something that's been f*cking bound
And can barely make a sound
How much have I bled?
Noise in my head
Better of dead
(Dead, dead, dead)
How much have I bled?
Noise in my head
Better of
F*cking dead
When the flesh suit peels right off the bones
Am I pretty now?
When the echo is all that's known
Do you still recognise me?
How much have I bled?
Noise in my head
Better of dead
(Dead, dead, dead)
How much have I bled?
Noise in my head
Better of
F*cking dead
How much have I bled?
Noise inside my head
Better of dead
How much have I bled?