Sweetened possessive farce 
Our saints [bad word] sparse 
And it's an option to be transparent 
So in your soul that it's inherent 
Now that you've found your wings (you want to fly) 
Now that I've done those things (you've said goodbye) 
It would be ample if only you'd trample 
What you could not choke in life 
Choke choke choke choke 
Now that you've sold your soul 
What was the human toll 
And oh your sacrifice (your sacrifice) 
And oh what my vice (you were) 
And it would be ample if only you'd trample 
What you could not choke in life 
Choke choke choke choke 
I could be anyone 
I could be anything except for you 
Except for you 
Anything except for you 
No, it hat to be a lie it didn't rain twice 
The clouds over my head but I'm not dead yet 
I could be anyone 
I could be anything except for you 
Except for except for except for...