Lyrics

Battled it out Dropped anchors like sailors too Tired to hang on To be continued in the morning (Such an invitation to sleep) I swear the sunlight hits like steak knives On glazy eyes (What you've got are) Two starving wrists craving for attention (What you've got are) Sent from sharpened blades So what's left are two open wounds Bound with electrical tape And it's too bad you can't hide Yourself from reductant monotony Burn scars can't be covered up with smiles (???) Only this way you don't have to wake up Now this way you don't have to wake up Disappointed (What you've got are) Two starving wrists craving for attention (What you've got are) Sent from sharpened blades (What you've got are) Two starving wrists craving for attention (What you've got are) Sent from sharpened blades You are so fucking beautiful With your throat slit Cut off oxygen Release blood flow Split lips, go well, with alcohol Split lips, go well, with alcohol