Slit Wrist Theory — Crazyfists

With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again... With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you needed it more Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out It makes me sick (I'm alright) Slit wrist theory, stains us all

Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you needed it more And I will color you red, I will color you all... red

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out It makes me sick (I'm alright) Slit wrist theory, stains us all

Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

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Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out It makes me sick (I'm alright) Slit wrist theory, stains us all And caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in, it's so old Slit wrist theory stains us all...

Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Lace me up