I can't release you after all the things I put in you 
My pointed edges seem to be always peeking through 
This dead red skin feels nothing like what I make you see 
I gotta hold out something, I gotta hold out something left for me 

Something left 
Something left 
Something left 
Something left 

My angels wings are clipped to keep from getting too high 
I cough up hell and watch it swarm around inside 
It's what I'm about, my favorite inside source is defeat 
I'm on the losing side, I'm on the losing side of the bottom sheet 

Something left 
Something left 
Something left 
Something left 
Is there something left 
There's nothing left