VERSE ONE:

She loves to play dead,
Hanging by a fatal single thread,
Straightened face with naked needle head,
Her ancient angel wings are spread open,
And away she flies on sequences,
Until she sleeps within my bed of demons when the sequel's end closes,
I'm traveling between,
I'll be mishandling the strings that keep unraveling the seams of my reality and dreams,
I dream about it when I sleep,
I keep it shrouded in the breezes of the clouded air I breathe smoke in,
And I don't need to find direction,
I could weave through life's aggressions like a DUI in question,
High on weed for my depression,
Tie up strings for my protection,
While I reach for blind affection from my evil eyed reflection,
Lips sewn,
Rips grown,
Face bandaged,
Kick throw,
Sticks stones,
Pains managed,
She'll pick her bones in vicious tone,
Malicious home with no religion,
She'll listen but still her brain is damaged,
So make it tragic but she's got no remorse here,
She'll still be laughing while she bleeds out on the floor mirrors,
She finally found the piece that she lost in the lord's ear so now she gets to wash his Jesus feet off with her whore tears,
And I'll wish for deliverance,
Steal a kiss from her withered lips,
It's as frigid as winter gets,
In a blizzard that never quits when I'm with her,
She'll cut the life support with little snips from her scissors...

CHORUS:

Hanging by a thread,
Hanging by a thread,
Got you hanging by a thread,
Hanging by a thread,
I'll tie my strings around you,
You tie your strings around me,
I'll tie my strings around you,
You tie your strings around me,
Hanging by a thread,
Hanging by a thread,
Got you hanging by a thread,
Hanging by a thread,
I'll tie my strings around you,
You tie your strings around me,
I'll tie my strings around you,
You tie your strings around me

VERSE TWO:

She hates to play alive,
Fading in and out since '85,
Sanctified by the H inside,
Maybe he could save us,
She's praying to a savior that just gave her all the fake facades,
Tracing through her veins that are stained with the taste of god,
Tell me have you died today?
Did you find a way,
To push the daisies in a place that you could hide away?
Or did you write the way to hell across a crying face?
Maps made of mascara,
Masquerading mask-era,
Are you terrified to join them love?
Are you embarrassed by the lies or just enjoy the rush?
You still avoid the touch,
Too disappointed huh?
There's no salvation in the haven where the poison numbs,
And still the angels take you up on high,
One day they're not gonna bring you back,
It's not worth it for a couple highs,
We're all tied by a single thread,
Tell me are you pretty yet,
Or is it just regret?
Does seeing bones in reflections make you innocent?
Are you the skinniest yet or just the closest to?
A little death petite mort for the chosen few,
I brought a rose for you,
It's soaked in vinegar,
I tied it to a thread,
You go to binge and purge,
You take me prisoner,
You make my center burn but you'll never learn it,
All I know it's just your signature...

CHORUS:

Hanging by a thread,
Hanging by a thread,
Got you hanging by a thread,
Hanging by a thread,
I'll tie my strings around you,
You tie your strings around me,
I'll tie my strings around you,
You tie your strings around me,
Hanging by a thread,
Hanging by a thread,
Got you hanging by a thread,
Hanging by a thread,
I'll tie my strings around you,
You tie your strings around me,
I'll tie my strings around you,
You tie your strings around me