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 (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. (has got me weak)

(Alone, Alone

Love is crooked, break my bones)

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

Alone, Alone

I feel that