My youth has fled
I caught him leaving in the middle of the night
My beast’s stay fed
His appetite once huge is dwindling

My wounded head

I'm dining in
So feed me fire until me teeth fall out
Shake loose my pins
I'm haunted by the lights and ghosts and my doubt

My wounded head
I'm growing older with a lot less fight

Take me
Take me home

Blood test the Moon
I tell the truth and spill my lies onto the pavement
Whisper abuse
I'm feeling clean and now our bodies have an outlеt
Pull my last thread
Let's pretеnd that I caught it in the hinges

Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home

I'm growing older with a lot less fight
I'm growing older with a lot less fight
My wounded head
My wounded head
My wounded head
My wounded head