"How much of me is you?"

"I like your blood on my teeth just a little too much"

"How much of me is you?"

"I like your blood on my teeth just a little too much"

"But others were loved more, and that was Poison to Him"

"I like your blood on my teeth just a little too much"

"But others were loved more, and that was Poison to Him"

Every star is brighter in your iris, than it is in the skies

"But others were loved more, and that was Poison to Him"

Every star is brighter in your iris, than it is in the skies

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Every star is brighter in your iris, than it is in the skies

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

No, nothing ever feels quite good enough

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

No, nothing ever feels quite good enough

Spin my flesh into something of more use

No, nothing ever feels quite good enough

Spin my flesh into something of more use

Spin my flesh into something more useful