I skinned hope, then cut the ropeAnd watched you fall into my showThought I cared, feeling impairedCut yourself when no one caredI'm calling out, attention mountsThis stowaway's ship is going downBeen running blind, running behindJust very violently killing timeAll I want from you is another roundSlamming faster just to hit the groundTip another glass just to get me looseTying on another big liquid nooseServed on ice, serving you slicedGround up men or were they miceWhen it gets way down, to nothing or notWay beneath less than what you've gotAll I want from you is another roundSlamming faster just to hit the groundTip another glass just to get me looseTying on another big liquid nooseRound my neck, round my backSwallow hard as the end's attachedHere's blood in your eye, the tension takenWho are you to say that I'm forsakenAll I want from you is another roundSlamming faster just to hit the groundTip another glass just to get me looseTying on another big liquid nooseAll I want from you is another roundSlamming faster just to hit the groundTip another glass just to get me looseTying on another big liquid nooseLiquid Noose