Текст песни I Hate Sex Voodoo Dolls of Old Friends

I thought I’d be full after devouring your affliction but the empty ache in my stomach still exists, and it feels the same as when you did.
I wish I grew green off your pain, instead of every time I checked in;
but the card blinks red, and I haven’t left my head.
There’s no more gain.

When you cut me down I’ll stain your name into the ground.
I wish I was the light to guide you home; but instead I’m just the fly on your wall, looking for the meaning of what you hold close and what you decided to let go.
I’ll cut myself and you’ll bleed out.

Mourning our death though we smile every week but hiss through our teeth.
Shine and shine but nothing removes the tarnish.
We are spoiled rotten. We were spoiled, rotten.
Turning in this grave for two, forgotten.
There’s no more gain.

When you cut me down I’ll stain your name into the ground.
I wish I was the light to guide you home; but instead I’m just the fly on your wall, looking for the meaning of what you hold close and what you decided to let go.
I’ll cut myself and you’ll bleed out.