Slaughterhouse

I don't know what I'm doing with my hands Dress pretty, but I just don't understand I'm dreaming all the light away I'm dreaming all the time, you're mine all day I'm asking for it, help, help Here comes the boy that I can't help, help He swung an axe and I fell, fell I do it all to myself, help, help I'm at the slaughterhouse (yeah, yeah, oh) Took my heart into his hands like a sacrificial lamb Oh, aren't you tired of waiting for the world To get so good, so beautiful, girl? So pick me up and take me home Fuck me good 'til I just don't know Help, help Here comes the boy that I can't help, help He swung an axe and I fell, fell I do it all to myself, help, help From the cradle, to the grave From the cradle, to the grave From the cradle, to the grave From the cradle, to the grave I've always been afraid of asking Help, help (for help) Here comes the boy that I can't help, help (for help) He swung an axe and I fell, fell I do it all to myself, help, help