With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed againWith the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thinAnd as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you needed it moreWell I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more
Get the fuck out, stay the fuck outIt makes me sick (I'm alright)Slit wrist theory, stains us all
Lace me up, lace me upI'm still looking for these angels in the snowLace me up, lace me upI'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaroundWords that won't matterAnd as it falls from your mouth it seems like youneeded it moreAnd I will color you all red, I will color you all, red
Get the fuck out, stay the fuck outIt makes me sick (I'm alright)Slit wrist theory, stains us all
Lace me up, lace me upI'm still looking for these angels in the snowLace me up, lace me upI'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Braided conversationGet the fuck out, stay the fuck outIt makes me sick (I'm alright)Slit wrist theory, stains us allAnd caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in, it's so oldSlit wrist theory, stains us all
Lace me up, lace me upI'm still looking for these angels in the snowLace me up, lace me upI'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up
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