A parent walks in on a child cutting them self Laughs and says youre silly dear, you're only hurting yourself So cut deep or don't cut at all Are you listening? I don't care what your parents tell you don't cut at all Oh please be listening I don't care what those ba*tards tell you don't cut at all You're staggering in, you find a finger gagging yourself You heave and say "I'm not like those pigs. I don't care what's good for my health" Controlling the room with tilted thighs It comes to me as no surprise that I even flicker on my own Feed the one that's closer As you're flickering on Feed the one that's closed As you flicker Starving artist you will I said it before Shed your burdens and build on You shed your clothes in spite and whisper You shed your clothes in spite and whisper I make the demands Well I'm doubting my portrait of skin But I sure as hell won't find limbs down my throat The substance of weight defines the beauty laced behind the pride of my Even scales they stand alone So cut It's not living deeply Cut No, not at all You shed your clothes in spite and whisper You shed your clothes in spite and whisper You bare these lines to cleanse your system You bare these lines despite the symptoms I make the demands I make the demands Starving artist you will I said it before Shed your burdens and build on We won't give up now