I’m still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in and out slowly.
I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh, and find evil in the holy.
And still, I see the line between the stars, your scars, and mine.
And as this coarse thread pulls, I feel the veins of the frozen.

Stay [bad word]  It’s the only defense we have left.

bad decision leaves me open and I’m left here shuttered for days.
If I could replay the words we said, I’d see you all amazed.
And still it’s not enough – save yourself and demonize us.
And as your curtain draws, they see the tears of the fallen.

Stay [bad word]  It’s the only defense we have left.

I’m not taking the fall for a spineless puppet.
You play quiet, and I won’t fight it.

Stay [bad word]  It’s the only defense we have left.