Like a bettor without a debt
Like a harlot without regulars 
When you open the seams underneath the arm 
Of a starlet without heart:
Get in, get in - underneath the gauze 
Get in, get in - underneath the gauze you always use 

Leave it in, or get left alone 
When you heal, you're on your own 

So this is what you've been dying for?
Then kill me, fill me 
Just enough to fall in love

If you want it, pray it 
Fill your arms to kill the sin
You got it, shot it 
Never leave the arm you always use

Leave it in, or get left alone 
When you heal, you're on your own 
If you've got the memory head 
Then I've got the sensory hand
Leave it in, or get left out 

Like an old filter splintering cells 
That can no longer die on their own
If you've got the time
Then the mercy's all mine 
New blood in old bottles. . .