Lyrics:

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 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 need to go right on back in And give some to get some I'm cutting and draining So I can smile at my point most dead for, for, for, for, Nothing