Blood red runs from my wrist   Leaves a trail flows to my fist   Runs to the end of my hand   Drips off into carpet land      It’s just another cut to bleed   It’s just another cut to bleed      If I feel nothing, is there nothing to feel   The taste of my blood is the only thing real      I think I’m alive now   I think I’m alive now   I think that I am alive      I’m as ugly outside as I am in   Stained red through the seams of my skin   Emotional haemophiliac   Prick me once and I’ll bleed through      It’s just another cut to bleed   It’s just another cut to bleed      If I feel nothing, is there nothing to feel   The taste of my blood is the only thing real      I think I’m alive now   I think I’m alive now   I think that I am alive   I think I’m alive now   I think I’m alive now   I think that I am alive      Satisfaction at what I have done   Numbed my own cancer   I don’t understand why   I don’t understand why      It’s just another cut to bleed   It’s just another cut to bleed      If I feel nothing, is there nothing to feel   The taste of my blood is the only thing real