Pretence

How do I renounce unwritten words
Unwritten words that can’t be heard
Want to speak but need to breath
I’ll cut my hands before I reach

And I’m not used to saying
Here’s my soul for taking
So if you lead I’ll go, go, go, go
So take my hand I’ll follow
I’ve got nowhere to go
I know my sickened soul knows the way

Oh the nights I’d like to bathe in
Gods silver lights I like to savour
And although a storm is coming to
I’ve got your love to sticken to
You’ll kill the black
I’ll kill the blue
So run I’ll towards you

Should avoid approaching sounds
Avoid them since we are not bound
I can sense shivering skin
Oh you would let me in
Now never let me in

And it has never made sense
All of this false pretence
But you’re hard to understand
You’ve lead me on this far
Let’s finish what we start
Or are you scared of my blackened name

Oh the nights I’d like to bathe in
Gods silver lights, I like to savour
And although a storm is coming to
I’ve got your love to sticken to
You’ll kill the black
I’ll kill the blue
So run I’ll towards you