Say anything.

Try a little more, a little more, a little more. They slap you like a bitch and you take it like a whore. Upside down and around and around, just another piece 'till you need another sound. Faze them out I know what you scream about, don't let me down.

And the guilt in me is the hurt in you.
And the hurt in you is the lost in me.
And the lost in me is the need in you.
And the need in you is the guilt in me.

And if I could swim I'd swim out to you in the ocean, swim out to where you were floating in the dark. And if I was blessed I'd walk out to you on the water to lend you some air for that heaving, sunken chest. 'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams, with your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine. And they hunt you and they gut you and you give in. And if I was brave I'd climb up to you on the mountain. They led you to drink from their fountain, spouting lies. And I'd slay the horrible beast they've commissioned to steer me away from my mission to your eyes. And I'd stand there like a soldier with my foot upon his chest, with my grin spread and my arms out in my bloodstained Sunday's best. And you'd hold me I'd remind you who you are under their shell. I'd walk through hell for you. Let it burn right through my shoes, these soles are useless without you. Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue. My soul is useless without you. And if they sent a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree. Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me. And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first born. Now, I've walked through hell for you. What is an adventurer to do but rest these feet at home with you ...