Stitch

I pull the stitch and watch you slip

I see a sickness in my dream, a silhouette

I didn't mean to hurt that bad

I needed it, you needed it, yeah

Down in the ditch, I can't complain

I think I see the fun in it, I'm here to stay

And if you follow me down

I'll keep you safe, I'll keep you numb, yeah

I pull the stitch but I don't feel a thing

So burn the skin to pour the gasoline

In our hands, we're sick

I need to cure the itch, I need to pull the stitch

I can't resist, gonna get fucked in

I drag my face across the desk, couldn't play pretend

I made my bed, I'll lie in it

Drive the nail into my head

Throw the body in where it's dead

I keep hearing the voices louder

They never break out, they live in my head

There's a silence in the wind

Sing to the lord of God

Where the pain is never-ending

I pull the stitch but I don't feel a thing

So burn the skin to pour the gasoline

In our hands, we're sick

I need to cure the itch, I need to pull the stitch

I pull the stitch and watch it bleed again

I'll clean it out just to see you feel the pain

Take another hit

I need to cure the itch, I need to pull the stitch

If you follow me down

I'll keep you safe, I'll keep you numb

I pull the stitch but I don't feel a thing

So burn the skin to pour the gasoline

'Cause in our hands, we're sick

I need to cure the itch, I need to pull the stitch

I pull the stitch and watch it bleed again

I'll clean it out just to see you feel the pain

Take another hit

I need to cure the itch, I need to pull the stitch