The Distillers - Die On The Rope

Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die? I wish that you didn't love me no more, I've been dead for years, I wish that you didn't own me no more, I've been here before. Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die? No, I won't! Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die? I want to draw the blood from your neck, spill the lies in your bed. I will give you a holy white rose, cut the tongue from your head. Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die? No, I won't! Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid, will I die, will I die? I belong to a line of red scent, teach the heart to reflect. The wound is wise for primal black eyes, there's a scarlet letter in my chest.