I can't release you after all the things I put in you My pointed edges seem to be always peeking through This dead red skin feels nothing like what I make you see I gotta hold out something, I gotta hold out something left for me Something left Something left Something left Something left My angels wings are clipped to keep from getting too high I cough up hell and watch it swarm around inside It's what I'm about, my favorite inside source is defeat I'm on the losing side, I'm on the losing side of the bottom sheet Something left Something left Something left Something left Is there something left There's nothing left