I built a man made out of bricks, and lived inside his chest I beat my head against the wall to make a heart deep in his breast I smashed my fist against his ribs to suck the air inside I built a man and cut his skin, and lived inside his heart I pumped it with my fingertips, and loved it from the start And with every beat I gave him a heartbeat of my own And filled his veins with the blood I had Till his blood, Till his blood, Till his blood, Was my own.