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   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   I need to go right on back in   And give some to get some      I'm cutting and your draining   I'm cutting and your draining      So I can smile at my point most dead   So I can smile at my point most dead   For, for, for, for   Nothing      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   You always have some to try      I always scream like I'm dying   I always scream like I'm dying   For, for, for, for