When all is said and done
I think I’ll be one
I’ve got a bucket of blood in my hand
And I just don’t care

I wear my thorns for you
They cut all the way through
This is how I do it
It takes a lot to it, for you

I’m dying here I am
I’m trying here I am
I’m drying, I’m lying here I am

Here I sing my song
But it won’t be very long [bad word] and shelter me here from [bad word] 
This ain’t no fun

I’ve swallowed the last of my pride
Oh no longer will I hide
Cut away without a blink of an eye
Or I just might die