Stitches Lyrics by Bullet for My Valentine
I can’t bow to all your little insecurities
I’m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I’m picking at the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
Fake, another face, another intervention
Eyes of the enemy or is this my reflection?
Come and make another cut, a little neat incision
Feed on the misery that breeds in your suspicion
I’m a sacrifice, antichrist, anarchist, nihilist
Now, cut a little deeper
Hate, another death, another crucifixion
So, what’s the issue?
I don’t see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don’t turn the cheek, don’t turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can’t bow to all your little insecurities
I’m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I’m picking out the stitches of your hate
Take a deeper breath, a final suffocation
Break from the smothering and choking on the question
I’m a fantasist, activist, masochist, pacifist
Now, cut a little deeper
Die another death, another resurrection
So, what’s the issue?
I don’t see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don’t turn the cheek, don’t turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can’t bow to all your little insecurities
I’m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I’m picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
I’m picking out the stitches
I’m picking out the stitches of your hate
I’m picking out the stitches
I’m picking out the stitches of your hate
So, what’s the issue?
I don’t see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don’t turn the cheek, don’t turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can’t bow to all your little insecurities
I’m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I’m picking out the stitches
I can’t bow to all your little insecurities
I’m picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I’m picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate