I want to tie you down,
Brace your arms,
Brake your neck.
Make you feel every night like the needle hits,
Just right in all the wrong places, in the wrong vein.
I want to make you feel closer to dead.
I want to make you feel right at home.
When I make that cut to the bone again,
To leave out the outside,
It's not like I ever said that time would fall down,
And leave behind a code for an access.
I called "four" when we were bleeding up to our arms,
From the bags in our hand.
Right of way; right away.
I want to make you feel closer to dead; closer to me.