Tiled white, a seperate flight tonight. at the thought of a stain, a spill still pertains. all for light, thru crooked sight. Alive to lie: "It'll all be alright." In the end of my life, I'll have forgotten the distance of true two handed wickedness in decadence.
Push it away, Push it away. I won't be a fool to get in your way
(I move my lips)
I move my lips, feel the stitches grip and itch thats sure to persist. Sore throat, mouth closed, I'm choked. (I'm choked) Won't speak, won't speak, stitched grip has got me weak.
Push it away, Push it away. I won't be a fool to get in your way. Alone, Alone Love is crooked, break my bones.