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