My brain is on the carpet
I'm rotting on my bed
I wish I didn't like this
Pretending I was dead

My fantasy indulgence
Ignore my pounding head
I wish I didn't like this
I wish that I was dead

My guts are on the carpet
It stained a cherry red (red)

It stained a cherry red
It stained a cherry red
It stained a cherry red
It stained a cherry red

Oh, I don't deserve this
The never ending dread
What purpose do I serve you?
The living dead

Buried beneath the floor boards
Bows within my hair
You move just like a movie
Like I'm not even here

I watch behind a thin screen
But I can feel your stare
Your eyes barely moving
And I can feel you're scared

(Oh)
And I can feel you're scared
I can feel you're scared
I can feel you're scared

It stained a cherry red
It stained a cherry red
It stained a cherry red
It stained a cherry red

Oh, I don't deserve this (begging, I'm)
The never ending dread (on my knees)
What purpose do I serve you? (Screaming for)
The living (some release) dead