When the fingers are inside the wound

You can feel the pulse

Of something that's been fucking bound

And can barely make a sound

How much have I bled?

Noise in my head

Better of dead

(Dead, dead, dead)

How much have I bled?

Noise in my head

Better of

Fucking dead

When the flesh suit peels right off the bones

Am I pretty now?

When the echo is all that's known

Do you still recognise me?

How much have I bled?

Noise in my head

Better of dead

(Dead, dead, dead)

How much have I bled?

Noise in my head

Better of

Fucking dead

How much have I bled?

Noise inside my head

Better of dead

How much have I bled?