Love birthed by dissent

Oh, I'll give away the ending
It's not like it will hurt

Oh, I'll give away the ending

She hoped to be in skin
For just a little while longer

Give me back the shared skins
Of all my past lives

Give me back the lost sins
Of those we held when we died

Give me back the shared skins
That we have tossed

Give me back the shared skins
That we have tossed

Give me back the shared skins
That we have tossed

Hold on
Hold on

Hold on
To all the cracks in what she's told

Hold on
To all the things that we got left behind as

Forever
This will
Resonate
As something to be mourned

Cut yourself
With the words that I found

Cut yourself
On the selves she hands out

Give us back
The shared skins
Of all our past lives

Hand us back
The shared skins
That we have left behind

And cut yourself
On the words
That we invent

And cut yourself
On love
Birthed by dissent

Give me back
The shared skins
Of all my past lives

And cut yourself
On love
Birthed by dissent