Sweetened possessive farce
Our saints become sparse
And it's 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 only you'd 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 hat 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...
