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