Slit Wrist Theory

With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again, oh
With the color of hearts, it seems that 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 all right)
Slit wrist theory stains us all (I'm all right)
Slit

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow (looking for these angels)
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow (looking for these angels)

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 all right)
Slit wrist theory stains us all (I'm all right)
Slit

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow (looking for these angels)
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow (looking for these angels)

Braided conversation
Braided conversation

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm all right)
Slit wrist theory stains us all (I'm all right)
And caved the fuck in
And bashed the fuck in, it's so old
Slit wrist theory stains us all (slit wrist theory), oh
Slit wrist!

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow (looking for these angels)
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow (looking for these angels)

Lace me up
Lace me up
Lace me up
Lace me up



Credits
Writer(s): Brock Nicholas Lindow, Steven Matthew Holt, Michael Glen Whitney, Thomas Daniel Noonan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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