Who Pulled the Plug (It was Me!)
Written By: Raul A. Rodriguez
Performed By: Harry's Bronze Coffin



fuck the blade
I've got this needle
I'll make a prosthetic scar look real
what's real is real, what's fake is fake
but this fake scar isn't made with paint
a needle with a brush that has a molecular touch
I'll paint it on myself as a cry for help
"help" she cried as she carved "unlovable"
as she should have carved the word "untouchable"
because that's the appeal she lead onto herself
as she carved these words she thought would help
carve the numbers "911"
maybe then you might actually reach someone
but it seems that someone's pulled the plug
on your pelvic cellular phone of lust
you cry out "I want to be loved!"
like the time you screamed "love me, love me, I'll spread my legs!"
he made her laugh all the way to bed
to the bed we go! no! no! no!
stop right there unless you care!
do you care? please, I need your love
I'll take your fail to listen as a yes, that's good enough
am I good enough? of course you are
you've got a second set of lips, no need for a fancy car
nor a sense of humor, nor a sense of intelligence
you spread your legs to me, the menace
"I win you lose" he said to her
so she cried and cried her way to the other
the one she loved all along
boy oh boy, was this girl wrong
selfishness leads to punishment
and putting the blame on the opposite end
is just another cry for help
you wish he was dead
and we all know you're all too afraid of death
but lets pretend for just a second that I actually don't care about life
fuck the blade, fuck the knife
I've got this needle
I'll make myself look prosthetic and feeble
in your feeble mind, I hope you cry
for every time you see right through my eyes
and the way I hurt inside
let's go cut ourselves
let's go fuck ourselves
let's go cut ourselves
'cause we both need help
no wonder we can never reach someone
someone's pulled the plug on your pelvic cellular phone of lust