Texty: Shiny Toy Guns. Season of Poison. It Became A Lie On You.

Shocking all the evidence left
On this holiday
You're creeping up with venomous thoughts
That you've waited to say

Your words are speaking out of your throat
Like an open grave
I haven't spoke to you in a year
That's what I say

It became a lie on you
It became a lie on you

If you think that I'm not the same
Then I guess you've changed
Blackened by the temperature made
To spare my name

The grave that you've been digging for me
Became your home
For teaming me as back off of me
I hope you know

It became a lie on you
It became a lie on you

It feels like you're letting go
I'm back for days to know
Feels like you're letting go

Bring on the poison that's in your throat
And fight for days to know
Feels like you're letting go
You're letting go

Shocking all the evidence left
On this holiday