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