I bled this time again for you
Scraping skin to get back where we were
To say we will be fine
Buried up to the neck but I'm alive and feeling well
The cuts don't change the culture, some sutures can tell
Steady on all alignments we might get there by a thread
And be on the street these thieves are running
I feel it when you're coming down from this
Whisper words that fade into despair
To say you will be mine
Buried up to the neck but I'm alive and feeling well
The cuts don't change the culture, some sutures can tell
Steady on all alignments we might get there by a thread
And be on the street these thieves are running
Cut the ties we hold onto
With this knife we bleed into the dark
As the guilt fades away
We fall back to being
Buried up to the neck but I'm alive and feeling well
The cuts don't change the culture, some sutures can tell
Steady on all alignments we might get there by a thread
And be on the street these thieves are running