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