Alright!



When you're broken from the breakup, 

and those cold tears smear your makeup

and you're wishing he made sure you were dead when he left

sixteen sutures on your throat dear

from your left ear to your right ear

goes to show you, you're no good at breaking it off



"Oh holy grace, 

they made love to your face with a boxcutter, 

now you'll croon through the cavities, girl.

Ropes burn your wrist, 

tape stinging your lips 'til you're crying out,

these phantoms they claw at your door.

these phantoms they claw at your door

these phantoms they claw at your door"



Tied with barb wire and guitar string 

to a junkie's soiled boxspring

you were thankful for those gym socks stuffed in your mouth.

'Cause the blood soaked through the tissue

When your teeth broke, when he hit you

You denied him the pleasure he gets when you scream



"Oh holy grace, 

they made love to your face with a boxcutter, 

now you'll croon through the cavities, girl.

Ropes burn your wrist, 

tape stinging your lips 'til you're crying out,

these phantoms they claw at your door

these phantoms they claw at your door

these phantoms they claw at your door."



Alright!



"Oh holy grace, 

they made love to your face with a boxcutter, 

now you'll croon through the cavities, girl.

Ropes burn your wrist, 

tape stinging your lips 'til you're crying out,

these phantoms they claw at your door

these phantoms they claw at your door

these phantoms they claw at your door."



Say the words, tear the gauze,

and these bastards pay with their lives.(x4)