Anaemia and the Butterflies

Bleeding  Anaemic Want somewhere to hide Don’t look at me We talk to butterflies Ah ah Frozen Can you hold me I’m over the line And I don’t wanna go They’re only spaces right? Ah ah All by yourself Lie for yourself And I pray That you get away Line your skin Yeah etch it in With a head full of holes You’re writing on your soul All by yourself Sink Grin Kill  Win Sin Grip Will Death All by yourself Lie for yourself And I pray That you get away Line your skin Yeah etch it in With a Head full of holes You’re writing on your soul