i breathe pins and needles                                              
these lips kiss the scissor                                             
in sleep, i bed with nails                                              
my head, i dream of razors                                              
        
...dream of razors
        
i don't know what to do                                                 
i don't want to feel this way                                           
i don't know what to do                                                 
to make this go away                                                    
        
  i may be broken,
  scarred, and cut open
  but i'm in control now
  and i have a soul now
        
  ...but i'm in control now and i have a soul now