Blood red runs from my wrist
Leaves a trail flows to my fist
Runs to the end of my hand
Drips off into carpet land

It’s just another cut to bleed
It’s just another cut to bleed

If I feel nothing, is there nothing to feel
The taste of my blood is the only thing real

I think I’m alive now
I think I’m alive now
I think that I am alive

I’m as ugly outside as I am in
Stained red through the seams of my skin
Emotional haemophiliac
Prick me once and I’ll bleed through

It’s just another cut to bleed
It’s just another cut to bleed

If I feel nothing, is there nothing to feel
The taste of my blood is the only thing real

I think I’m alive now
I think I’m alive now
I think that I am alive
I think I’m alive now
I think I’m alive now
I think that I am alive

Satisfaction at what I have done
Numbed my own cancer
I don’t understand why
I don’t understand why

It’s just another cut to bleed
It’s just another cut to bleed

If I feel nothing, is there nothing to feel
The taste of my blood is the only thing real