It won't hurt, won't ever hurt
But the sight will linger
And I'm in no immediate danger
Infection of body takes time
And more than a little anger
So slit now, just a little bit
And cry out to you
Chorus:
Won't you lick my wound?
I hurt myself for you
I hurt myself for you
I cut myself for you
I've sliced off nearest the breast
I'm a Shylock, revenge myself
I'll take a pound of my own flesh
To obstruct such ingrained parts
Requires more discipline than I own
And I'll always wear these scars
So slice now, tempting knife
And cry out to you
Chorus:
Won't you lick my wound?
I hurt myself for you
I hurt myself for you
I cut myself for you
Won't you taste my wound?
Lick me when I swoon
Cause I hurt myself for you
I cut myself for you
You caused my wounded life
Just as if you'd held the knife
Cause I slit, just a little bit
And my blade slipped, just a little bit
Hurt myself for you
Cry out to you
Chorus:
Won't you lick my wound?
I hurt myself for you
I hurt myself for you
I cut myself for you