It could get better now, it cant get much worse,
with arms wide open we get what we deserve.
Its all we think about, its all well ever know
and how we want it deep until it
Hurt, I see you around, cut me up, cut me up, cut me up lately.
Hurt, to bring yourself around, cut me up, cut me up, cut me up lately.
Its where we want to be, its what we leave behind
the crimson curtain we wrap ourselves around.
Its our steel party we cut, cut just to heal,
and when you think its over we invite the pain the
Hurt, I see you around, cut me up, cut me up, cut me up lately.
Hurt, to bring yourself around, cut me up, cut me up, cut me up lately.
Taste my blood its sweeter than the sun, the subtle knife of lust where I come one,
I can focus all my hurt, my truth.
Hurt, I see you around, cut me up, cut me up, cut me up lately.
Hurt, to bring yourself around, cut me up, cut me up, cut me up lately.
It could get better now, it cant get much worse,
with arms wide open we get what we deserve.
Its all we think about, its all well ever know
and how we want it, yet we dream of letting go