I beg for nails, and then you sigh

"When I approach you step aside"

I?m coming through, I'll be your sin

I'll be your weight inside, within



I am trying to smile as I give you a kiss

but you're holding your hand in the way

I am starting to age, I'm starting to shake

and I will never be the same again



I perform inside your mouth

Am I clean? There is a doubt

I am disease, you are the sick

In terms of filth somewhere I fit



I want to believe that you tell me a lie

when you say I'm the best you have had

So cut me again, I will do as you please

but I will never be the same again