Deadboy & The Elephantmen - Walking Stick lyrics

Revelation fall around your sunday dress The soul of a smoldering wretch But for sleep, there's nothing left But for sleep, there's nothing left Twisted walking stick, been all up and down this stretch The soul of a smoldering wretch But for sleep, there's nothing left The witch is on fire, she can't regret The daylight repenting now that the scars have left