My youth has fled I caught him leaving in the middle of the night My beasts stay fed His appetite once huge is dwindling My wounded head I'm dining in So feed me fire until my teeth fall out Shake loose my pins I'm haunted by the lights and ghosts and my doubt My wounded head I'm growing older, with a lot less fight Take me Take me home Blood test the moon I'll tell the truth and spill my lies onto the pavement Whisper abuse I'm feeling clean and now our bodies have an outlet Pull my last thread Let's pretend that I caught it in the hinges Take me Take me home Im getting older With a lot less fight My wounded head