I don't know what I'm doing with my hands
Dress pretty, but I just don't understand
I'm dreaming all the light away
I'm dreaming all the time, you're mine all day
I'm asking for it, help, help
Here comes the boy that I can't help, help
He swung an axe and I fell, fell
I do it all to myself, help, help
I'm at the slaughterhouse
Took my heart into his hands
Like a sacrificial lamb
Oh, aren't you tired of waiting for the world
To get so good, so beautiful, girl?
So pick me up and take me home
Fuck me good 'til I just don't know
Help, help
Here comes the boy that I can't help, help
He swung an axe and I fell, fell
I do it all to myself, help, help
From the cradle
To the grave
From the cradle
To the grave
From the cradle
To the grave
From the cradle
To the grave
I've always been afraid of asking
Help, help
Here comes the boy that I can't help, help
He swung an axe and I fell, fell
I do it all to myself, help, help
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