Put your swords away
I'm already down
The higher we both climb
The further we fall
Now we're under
Looking up into the floor
And burn each other
Though we're dying for more

We're stuck on this disfunction
We Cinta it to our death
We celebrate distruction
By lighting up this bed

You can take your Cinta away
But don't anda ever leave me alone
Burn the ghosts we've carried home
Come on touch me tunjuk me you're imperfect too
These broken lights they shine on us tonight

We don't talk much
When there's so much to say
We don't listen
But try anyway
My stomach feels sick
Bitter and open
Reveries of helplessness
have left me all...