Sweetened possessive farce 

Our saints become sparse 

An its an option to be transparent 

So in your soul that it's inherent 

Now that you've found your wings - you want to fly 

Now that I've done those things - you've said goodbye 

it would be ample if only you'd trample 

What you could not choke in life 

Choke choke choke choke 

Now that you've sold your soul 

What was the human toll 

And oh your sacrifice - your sacrifice 

And oh what my vice - you were 

And it would be ample if you'd only trample 

What you could not choke in life 

Choke choke choke choke 

I could be anyone 

I could be anything except for you 

Except for you 

Anything except for you 

No, it had to be a lie it didn't rain twice 

The clouds over my head but I'm not dead yet 

I could be anyone 

I could be anything except for you 

Except for except for except for...