I pour myself into a paper cup
I hope that I can finally be enough
Take of me
I give me freely
I pour myself into a paper cup

I open up a vein,
Bite through the pain
This is how I was taught to play this game,
So take from me what you want from me
Consuming me like property,
Truly blood is currency
It doesn’t matter that this is hurting me,
So grab a cup, fill it up,
I'm sure this blood will be enough
To Bleed me out
Without a doubt
I know my worth, it's blood in mouth

I pour myself into a paper cup
How much depends in how deep I cut
Take of me
I give me freely
I pour myself into a paper cup

It's now communion day
The cost is worth the pain,
I'm sure that this is supposed to make you feel this way,
Like your leaking from a spout,
Tip and pour me out
a wound so deep no bandage can heal the pain,
But it's pain to make the art,
To the heart is where we start
Make sure to take the time to clean the blade,
cut me to the quick,
Upper left is where you stick
Press it in with a twist as you make me play

It's all as malicious as a cyst
Performing melancholic hits,
You know how deep the blade can go,
So as you stab me in the back,
perform the art as the act,
Make sure to let me leave you slow
It's all codependent art,
To leave me leaking from the heart
Leave it red upon the fallen snow,
I'll make sure to die upon the stage
Sacrifice is all the rage
It's only harm if you don't put it in the show,