In the gloom mist morning, a bag of wasted hue

My throat it closes tighter, better to keep shut than use

But why? If you trust than maybe

something would happen with us, with us yeah



Give in if its a sin, I don't want to be the saint to save you

Pull through lie here with me, cocoon and grow empty



Come to claim the screaming

Watch them beg for flesh

You dance for edge and dreaming,

But leave the truth to rest

Then why does it kill to fold

Into a tangle vessel of lies, despite...



I give in if its a sin, I don't want to be the saint to save you

Pull through lie here with me, cocoon and grow empty, empty..



Give unto me, love leave impress

Do unto me

Give unto me (give unto me), love leave impress (love leave impress)

Give unto me... do unto me...

Give unto me, love leave impress

Do unto me

Give unto me (give unto me), love leave impress (love leave impress)

Give unto me, do unto me..