[THE BLOOD, THE COGS, THE GIRL.]

the good memories i can never remember
the bad ones always stick around
it's all i can do to just keep breathing
and keep the water from filling up my lungs
or i will surely drown
mistakes i've made, i pay for
i wear the scars of every one
but it's those mistakes that i have learned from
and all the damage they have done
piece by cold hard piece
pain has built me this machine
that pumps the blood
and fuels the body
desecrated and unholy
and goes through the motions
that you would expect a girl to go through
armed with false hopes and lipstick
and a tongue sharp enough
to cut right through you