Your head's lost Tied to the holy cross If you're blood-soaked I'll wash it off But there's sadness in your lonely song And nowhere to belong I'm on my own again Wondering if we're more than friends Out of control again Holding onto things I can't forget Can you drag me out of bed I think I'm broken can you fix my head I'm bored waiting for death ♪ Nothing's real Cutting through Nothing real Body bruised Body used Knuckles blue Cutting through Cutting through Nothing's real Cutting through Nothing's real Body bruised Body used Knuckles blue Cutting through It's no use