My bloodied fingertips
Push the judge and jury in
Let the iron spin one last time
I lay down in my bed
To dye the pillow crimson red
Turn my head
Inside out
I couldn't stand myself, but God, I was so eager to please
I gave away everything to make room for your disease
Place your hands around my neck
Make a fist and steal my breath
I'll praise your name and sign my name one last time
Leave my skin on the floor
Kick the chair and stretch the cord
Until that part of me is gone for good
It's gone for good
Gone for good
Gone for...