If you gotta amputate, don’t give me the tourniquet
You wished that I would run away, sever what isn’t working
But I’ll let my body bleed out, leaning to my left side
If your part of me is gone now, do I want to survive?
My limb, my limb, my limb, my limb…
Funny, of the two of us, you always were the gentle one
Shy little rabbit teething on a shot gun
Guess we were collateral damage kissing in the crossfire
Limping over dead leaves, I wish that they would cover me
My limb, my limb, my limb, my limb…
Don’t, don't let go of my limb…
My limb, my limb, my limb, my limb…