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...