The capillaries of the community
Are hemorrhaging on everything

They found your bones in the homes of a thousand little gnomes
Who've taken pieces for decoration
They'd opened up their mouths
Seemed like peaceful little mouths inside they found
A mouthful of pieces

But they wanted pieces of you, pieces of you
Pieces of you, pieces of you

Somebody died here
I hear it was you
They loved the attention
They got from killing you

The capillaries of the community
Are hemorrhaging on everything
The capillaries of the community
They're hemorrhaging on everything

They put their fingers in your sockets
If you could hear the way they talk, it's madness
Uh, uh, oh
And what they got out of your pockets
A couple coins, a key for lockin', it's sadness in your face

But they wanted pieces of you, pieces of you
Pieces of you, pieces of you

Pieces of you, made from pieces of you
Pieces of you, made from pieces of you

Little birds collapse in your arms
Breaking into two
Beat a man to death with their hands
Did they regret anything?

It's a cold, cold world
We swam into
It's cold cold water
We sank into

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Nicholas Shanahan Thorburn