Dried Up, Tied And Dead To The World

You cut off all of your fingers Trade them in for dollar bills Cake on some more make-up to Cover all of those lines Wake up and stop shaking Cause you're just wasting time Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You take what can't be given You ride what cannot be ridden Pinch this tiny heart of mine Wrap it up in soiled twine You never read what you've written I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers in me Tear this bitter fruit to mess And wrap it in your soiled dress Now you must spit out the seeds I'll be your lover, I'll be forever I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high All dried up and tied up forever