With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again...

With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin

And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you

needed it more

Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more...



Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out

It makes me sick (I'm alright)

Slit wrist theory, stains us all...



Lace me up, lace me up

I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Lace me up, lace me up

I'm still looking for these angels in the snow



It seems like a runaround

Words that won't matter

And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you

needed it more

And I will color you all red, I will color you all...red



Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out

It makes me sick (I'm alright)

Slit wrist theory, stains us all...



Lace me up, lace me up

I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Lace me up, lace me up

I'm still looking for these angels in the snow



Braided conversation



Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out

It makes me sick (I'm alright)

Slit wrist theory, stains us all...

And caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in, it's so old

Slit wrist theory, stains us all...



Lace me up, lace me up

I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Lace me up, lace me up

I'm still looking for these angels in the snow



Lace me up...