Lift the scab off the sore
Rub another lump of salt in the wound
Gonna get reasonable soon
If he doesn't have the beast inside
If he doesn't have the beast inside
Take the head off my neck
Drop the splinters of glass down the hole
'Cause you're doing your best
To destroy every inch of my soul
If he doesn't have the beast inside
If he doesn't have the beast inside
Take the gun off the wall
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
Take the gun off the wall
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
Before he crawls out of his shell
'Cause the firing squad waits
And you know this so perfectly well
If he doesn't have the beast inside
If he doesn't have the beast inside
Take the gun off the wall
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
Take the gun off the wall
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
All of our hopes and our wishes
Could be destroyed by these
Pointless emotional games
If he doesn't have the beast inside
If he doesn't have the beast inside
Take the gun off the wall
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
Take the gun off the wall
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
Take the gun off the wall
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
Take the gun off the wall
Lift the bones from my skin
Lay them out on the floor
Lay them out on the floor
Lay them out on the floor
Lay them out on the floor
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