inside this weary head
behind this painted lie
i'm pinned by vertigo
I speak, yet nothing's said
heart and material
dividing me in two
and i blink my eyes
as the buildings rise

drawn to your raked-on-skin
drawn
to the voice within
drawn and quartered
drawn and quartered

drawn by jealousy
drawn
like a withdrawn fiend
drawn and quartered
drawn and quartered

they shove it down my throat
this saccharine landscaped skin
a well planned diversion
from my bruised and bleeding kin
the crux of this crime
has now become me
the blame is on my back
a drunkard's point of view

I'm bound
to these racks
I'm bare nerve
skinned like a cat (2x)
and i'm bound.