Clasped hands, sacraments Blue-eyed silence Dead skin, mindless Torn portrait Cold breath, poison You said always I'm not who you think I am I'm not who you think I am Blood on my arm Cut in my skin Search for a heart It's all in my head Can't find a pulse Again and again You're bleeding me out by letting me in, letting me in And I wanna die (no love) I wanna leave (no hope) Fucking tethered (no change) Can't feel a thing I'm not who you think I am I'm not who you think I am