Cotton Tongue

I can feel it, the monster breathing
I can feel it, he's running through my skin
Not again, not again, not again
He wants to know who do you do it for?

You can see the red before it starts to run
You can sop it up with your cotton tongue
Are you a welcome sight in troubled times?
Do you hold your breath when your eyes meet mine?

I can feel it, I think I look like him
He thinks your heart lies when you feel broken
Pull the arrows from the bodies quick
I can heal them, he'll never look again
Not again, not again, not again
He wants to know who do you do it for?