Like a bettor without a debt
Like a harlot without regulars
When you open the seams underneath the arm
Of a starlet without heart…

Get in - underneath the gauze you always use

Leave it in, or get left alone
When you heal, you're on your own

So this is what you've been dying for?
Then kill me, fill me
Just enough to fall in love

If you want it, pray it
Fill your arms to kill the sin
You got it, shot it
Never leave the arm you always use

Leave it in, or get left alone
When you heal, you're on your own
If you've got the memory head
Then I've got the sensory hand
Leave it in, or get left out

Like an old filter splintering cells that can no longer die on their own
But if you've got the time
Then the mercy's all mine
New blood in old bottles…