Break into someone who's going to cut
Heavy ache, one you can feel in your gut
Figure eight, thirsty, but never enough
Then you just give in and open it up

Know not who you are
Not what you do
Not what you want

Creeping and building then finally a flood
Heavy ache, one you can feel in your gut
Damaged and wouldn’t mind blowing it up
Forced into solitude
Don't even touch

Know not who you are
Not what you do
Not what you want

Don't even move
Not quite aware
Fully consumed
Dead and contempt

Break into someone who’s going to cut
Heavy ache, one you can feel in your gut
Figure eight, thirsty, but never enough
Then you just give in and open it up