Death on two legs You're tearing me apart You suck my blood like a leech You break the law and you preach Screw my brain till it hurts You've taken all my money And you want more Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules With your narrow minded

(Your feminine) fingers are like daggers Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke My scars unravel cruel history Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years and heartache, heartfelt for granted You left

Enemy, take a one good look at me Eradicate what you'll always be Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor Tearing me apart but I don't care anymore Are you dead yet Don't hear, don't deem.

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

I'm torn and it's tearing me apart, I want to go but I don't want to break her heart, Like a sword with a double edge blade, It's gonna cut deep either way, This little town that big old world, Go chase my dream and keep the girl, This life is full of

Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can That you're wearing Tearing me apart New York City blues East side, West side lose Goin' under, rats in the cellar Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow

Don't turn around 'Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking I don't want you seeing me cry Just walk away It's tearing me apart that you're leaving I'm letting you go But I won't let you know I'm gonna be strong I'm gonna do fine Don't worry about this

Your six blade knife can do anything for you Anything you want it to One blade for breaking my heart One blade for tearing me apart Your six blade knife-do anything for you You can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin When you come up

The bleeding The screaming, was tearing me apart I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The beatings I remember when all the games began