If You’re Looking for Your Knife...I Think My Back Found It Zebrahead

I wanna burn it down, I wanna burn it down, I wanna burn it down, I wanna burn it!

I  wanna burn it down!

Hey! 
I need the pain
I need the dopamine spiking in my brain
Insane 
Hey! 
What's left to say?
You  are a rusty needle draining my vein
Blood stained

Hypertension; apathy
Headaches and anxiety
Claustrophobic,  cannot hide
When everything is amplified

I'm doing fine with knives stuck in my spine
I feel alive
This is my last goodbye

Give it to me, give it to me (I want it)
Give it to me, give it to me (I need it)
Give it to me, give it to me
I need your knife in my back as I'm singing this song to you