Strung to Your Ribcage - Biffy Clyro

You’ll never catch me

My belly is black, and, red

Black and red

Black and red

Black and red

You complete me

Fucking say it

Fucking say it

Fucking say it

It’s like you’re meant to be a hostage

Another hostage

Will eat you alive

Fucking say it

Fucking say it

Fucking say it

I take it for granted

That you’ll feel at home

You complete me

When you flirt it makes me nauseous

I’m fucking nauseous

And I’ll eat you alive

I take it for granted

That you’ll feel at home

Emotions never change

Only towards you

Look down, I’m strung to your ribcage

Look down, I’m strung to your ribcage

Inflamed, in every other way

In every other way

Look down, I’m strung to your ribcage

Look down, I’m strung to your ribcage

Inhale, the splinters and the rain

The splinters and the rain

Look down, I’m strung to your ribcage

Look down, I’m strung to your ribs

Ooh, ooh