I can't release you after all the things I put in you

My pointed edges seem to be always peeking through

This dead red skin feels nothing like what I make you see

I gotta hold out something, I gotta hold out something left for me



Something left

Something left

Something left

Something left



My angels wings are clipped to keep from getting too high

I cough up hell and watch it swarm around inside

It's what I'm about, my favorite inside source is defeat

I'm on the losing side, I'm on the losing side of the bottom sheet



Something left

Something left

Something left

Something left

Is there something left

There's nothing left