Dried Up, Tied & Dead To The World

Dried Up, Tied & Dead To The World

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
Cuz you're just wasting time.
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.

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?

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.

I'll be your lover, i'll be forever,
I'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high.

I'll be your lover, i'll be forever,
I'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high.

Anything when i'm high.
Anything when i'm high.

I'll be your lover, i'll be forever,
I'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high.

I'll be your lover, i'll be forever,
I'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high.

Anything when i'm high.

All dried up and tied up. forever
All fucked up and dead to the world...
All dried up and tied up. forever
All fucked up and dead to the world...
All dried up and tied up. forever
All fucked up and dead to the world...
All dried up and tied up. forever
All fucked up and dead to the world...