Hanging On a Rope

Empty and sad and twisted Smiling and nice, patient Hanging on a rope I'm he and she, and condemned And I'm locked, again the gap's deepened Fake desires Carved in plastic So sick of it Dig it into my skin Wanna bleed my smiles off Embrace me, backstab me Until I can breathe no more Under the shell, my heart is choking Save it from life and death Crush all the worthless rest On an island in the storm Like wounded angels, wings crippled Blood and cold and thunder Your hands around me, fire Slowly dying together Are you here? Wrapped in plastic Sick of it So I'm smiling and nice, patient Hanging on a rope