The capillaries of the communitynare hemorrhaging on everythingnnThey found your bones in the homes of a thousand little gnomesnwho’ve taken pieces for decorationnThey'd opened up their mouthsnSeemed like peaceful little mouths inside they foundna mouthful of piecesnnBut they wanted pieces of you, pieces of younpieces of you, pieces of younnSomebody died herenI hear it was younThey loved the attentionnthey got from killing younnThe capillaries of the communitynare hemorrhaging on everythingnThe capillaries of the communityntheir hemorrhaging on everythingnnThey put their fingers in your socketsnTf you could hear the way they talk, its madnessnuh uh uhhhnand what they got out of your pockets:na couple coins, a key for lockin', it's sadness in your facennBut they wanted pieces of you, pieces of younpieces of you, pieces of you nnPieces of you, made from pieces of younPieces of you, made from pieces of younnLittle birds collapse in your armsnbreaking into twonBeat a man to death with their handsnDid they regret anything?nnIt's a cold cold worldnwe swam intonIt's cold cold waternwe sank into