Hall of Mirrors

Slight cut in my exposed skin
Peel down the remaining sin
Harsh lips at my fingertips
Split cloth and tattered grip
Pursed lips, lost within
Harsh lips and exposed skin

Running nails down my back
Drive the lashes, make me shift
Crucify my liquid spine
Cut the passion restarting
Parasite, through my eyes
Stepped voices, fading through
Blind, gone from sight
Like a stranger in the night

Lurk, find me now
Drifting city streets
Set the torches to the signs
Breech

Loan me your love
Loan me your love
Til I can't spend anymore
Fuck
Till my heart drops
What's spent is spent
Sutures to the sides
Bankruptcy between you and (me)

Everything I compensate, ends up dying in queue
Every time I compensate, I lose you and you and you

In my bloodshot hell, simply it's all for you

Loan me your love

Fractured rights



Credits
Writer(s): Bren King, Michael Bifolco, Michael Walsh, Wyatt Oberholzer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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