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