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