Texty:
Allele Stitches

I know that you've come To end my shame And dig up my empty scars Just to cut them again Have you ever been sown shut? I'll lay my hands down To comfort

I know that you've come To end my shame And dig up my empty scars Just to cut them again Have you ever been sown shut? I'll lay my hands down To comfort

Use my breath for every line you'll take, when you are lonely, words are holy A deadly grip on lies, sing to these blood red skies, hail Mary, whisper