If you couldn't then who would,

Pluck the cord that makes me steal?

Life from a big thick box

With more blood than I can contain

You always have some to try

I always scream like I'm dying,

I always scream like I'm dying for, for, for, for...Nothing

We could all stand in my head

And search for what makes me need to go right on back in

And give some to get some

I'm cutting and draining

So I can smile at my point most dead for, for, for, for, Nothing