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