Choose your crime choose the
weapons. Every sin has its song,
Every life has its poison but I
m not sure if there"s an
antidote.There is a broken
heaven,that knocks at night on
the door.There is a lie told in
silence that we take up as an
a-fir-ma-tion Where do we
go?Close to the fire, close to
the sun, close to the knive, close
to the floorYou"ve once drawn
weapons. Every sin has its song,
Every life has its poison but I
m not sure if there"s an
antidote.There is a broken
heaven,that knocks at night on
the door.There is a lie told in
silence that we take up as an
a-fir-ma-tion Where do we
go?Close to the fire, close to
the sun, close to the knive, close
to the floorYou"ve once drawn