Light that fuse, back up three steps, and bite down on that bullet
You've been doing this for way too long and it can't be fixed
Don't worry, don't worry, pull up that chair and suck down that trouble
Misery is the fuel that keeps this broken down, lifeless instrument running

I'm sinking in cursory and I'm sinking headfirst

Clear your dusty throat and taste that stiletto, can you taste that metal?
Don't worry, it can't be fixed, don't worry, it can't be fixed, so don't worry
Light that fuse, back up three steps, and sink without a trace

Hold me down till I stop crying
I don't want to feel this anymore
Hold you down 'cause you're not trying
I don't want to feel this anymore
I don't want to kill you anymore

Is this what you were designed for?
Did you think you had it coming?
Hell follows with you