They're throwing kitchen sinks The apples falls far from the trees And i spit out teeth into your hands

And i dont understand When we hear the bells We all know this isnt love, its anarchy

my lines get fluffed the blood is warm upon my skin to only like me when im stuck in your head to only bite me when im dead

these frays of friction sickening intoxicating me this isnt love, its anarchy my lips spit up sweet things

and maybe then we will all learn our lesson because it always felt like i was answering for transgressions a harmony stained with consequences

they will watch as i dance on the fences just to flay me, let they see whats inside

i ended up saying goodbye to my emotions my own words to my thoughts and the blackbird.

this disease we have there's no cure who can save us then? who will we fall to when we are ultimately alone?

the graphic scene of blood and saliva in our mouth

for the lighting bolts in my arteries shake your tail let your blood till you cant see where they're diggin a hole for us

just because of some stupid scum sucking worms we dont really know what the facts were the truths the lies

but if you hate them, kill them but you wont cuz you'll end up cheering whatever's wrong instead of trying to make oneself heal

this isnt love, its anarchy and all my bones my thoughts my pictures will be bound up in dresses deep down till its just ashes inside their minds.