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Stitches Lyrics
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
Fake, another face, another intervention
Eyes of the enemy or is this my reflection?
Come and make another cut, a little neat incision
Feed on the misery that breeds in your suspicion
I'm a sacrifice, antichrist, anarchist, nihilist
Now, cut a little deeper
Hate, another death, another crucifixion
So, what's the issue?
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
Take a deeper breath, a final suffocation
Break from the smothering and choking on the question
I'm a fantasist, activist, masochist, pacifist
Now, cut a little deeper
Die another death, another resurrection
So, what's the issue?
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
I'm picking out the stitches
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
I'm picking out the stitches
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
So, what's the issue?
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
Eyes of the enemy or is this my reflection?
Come and make another cut, a little neat incision
Feed on the misery that breeds in your suspicion
I'm a sacrifice, antichrist, anarchist, nihilist
Now, cut a little deeper
Hate, another death, another crucifixion
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
Break from the smothering and choking on the question
I'm a fantasist, activist, masochist, pacifist
Now, cut a little deeper
Die another death, another resurrection
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
I'm picking out the stitches
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay awake
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
Song Info
Submitted by
eternaltearsofsorrow On May 30, 2022
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I think this is about finally cutting ties with a truly fake & toxic person/ entity in your life before it ultimately leads to your demise. ☠
It's about dealing with a Cluster B woman, either borderline or narcissist (possibly both). Many of BFMV's songs are about dealing with mentally unstable women in relationships. "Stitches" refers to the constant need to 'walk on eggshells' around these types, as their insecurities often cause frequent rage outbursts at seemingly random that are then directed at the guy, who is left with several emotional scars that he must work to recover from. The song is sang from the point of view of a guy who has grown wise to this behavior, is in a better place mentally, and now finds the woman's behavior laughable - egging her on instead of taking her outbursts seriously.