We pull ourselves in, we throw ourselves back. You're begging for better, you're shifting back. I'm p****** red, I'm hacking black. When all these pigs start sniffing up your dress, listen close and I'll confess. I'll be calling for you, crawling for you, clawing for you, I'll be broken at best. Oh, love if not you, then who will carry me? Will tear through me? Will suffer me? Only you can bury me?