I knew right from the start
One day panic and everything falls apart
In absolute dark

End game, in for the kill
Like some language
Emotions are not refilled
So hauntingly still

If I had to tell the [bad word] 
I would rather be a liar
Feeding off of the abuse
Because I need something more than you

I crave spasms and spark
Tight rope victim embracing my battle scars
laboring heart

One last message to send
My dead branches,
They break, they refuse to bend
All static again

If I had to tell the [bad word] 
I would rather be a liar
Feeding off of the abuse
Because I need something more than you

The severing of ties
The parting of our lives
The bitter blue
And there's not room enough for you

Humiliating cold
The pieces that I sold
To deepest black,
The love I lost and can't get back

If I had to tell the [bad word] 
I would rather be a liar
Feeding off of the abuse
Because I need something more than you

If I had to tell the [bad word] 
I would rather be a liar
Feeding off of the abuse
Because I need something more than you

I need something more than you