Cutting and Draining

If you couldn't then who would Pluck the cord that makes me steal? Life from a big thick box With more blood than I can contain You always have some to try You always have some to try I always scream like I'm dying I always scream like I'm dying For, for, for, for Nothing We could all stand in my head And search for what makes me I need to go right on back in And give some to get some I'm cutting and your draining I'm cutting and your draining So I can smile at my point most dead So I can smile at my point most dead For, for, for, for Nothing If you couldn't then who would Pluck the cord that makes me steal? Life from a big thick box With more blood than I can contain You always have some to try You always have some to try I always scream like I'm dying I always scream like I'm dying For, for, for, for