Stitches

I can't bow to all your little insecurities I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me I'm picking out the stitches, picking out the stitches of your hate Fake, another face, another intervention Eyes of the enemy, or is this my reflection? Come and make another cut, a little neat incision Feed on the misery that breeds in your suspicion I'm a sacrifice, antichrist, anarchist, nihilist Now cut a little deeper Hate, another death, another crucifixion So what's the issue? I don't see the point in suffering Sever the ties, sever the chains and break away Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back Just stay alive, just stay awake Sever the ties, sever the chains and break away I can't bow to all your little insecurities I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me I'm picking out the stitches of your hate Take a deeper breath, a final suffocation Break from the smothering, I'm choking on aggression I'm a fantasist, activist, masochist, pacifist Now cut a little deeper Die, another death, another resurrection So what's the issue? I don't see the point in suffering Sever the ties, sever the chains and break away Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back Just stay alive, just stay awake Sever the ties, sever the chains and break away I can't bow to all your little insecurities I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me I'm picking out the stitches Picking out the stitches of your hate I'm picking out the stitches I'm picking out the stitches of your hate I'm picking out the stitches I'm picking out the stitches of your hate So what's the issue? I don't see the point in suffering Sever the ties, sever the chains and break away Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back Just stay alive, just stay awake Sever the ties, sever the chains and break away I can't bow to all your little insecurities I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me I'm picking out the stitches I can't bow to all your little insecurities I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me I'm picking out the stitches Picking out the stitches of your hate