We're all *******, our little lines,
we're falling, we're floating,
Strings coming and going.

I've lost feeling in my hands,
a coldness in my heart.
The strings are cutting off,
and keeping everything apart.

My eyes will close once they open,
skin stinging, blood dripping.
I'm dying, I'm living.

They keep my up,
they break my heart,
All my little strings,
I'm falling apart.