I need more than just a blood and air to survive.
There's a hole so deep and cold it will never see the light of day.

Until you feel the skin break,
Eyes are always falling on you but that itch it keeps calling.
Eyes are always falling on you but that itch keeps calling.

I need more than just blood and air to survive.
(How can I give you any more when there's nothing left?)
There's a hole so deep and cold will never see the light.
(How can I give you anymore when there's nothing?)

Until you feel the skin break,
Eyes are always falling on you but that itch it keeps calling.
Eyes are always falling on you but that itch it keeps calling.

We're weaker than we care to admit.
We scratch that itch. We're graveyard shifting. 
Biting and barking. Fueling and sparking that fire, that itch, and breaking the skin again.

Those eyes..

Eyes are always falling on you but that itch it keeps calling.
Eyes are always falling on you but that itch it keeps calling.