If I could steal you're waking, then I would hang you on the strings You'd stay cutting all the words, making circles with your feet Poison on top of fracture lines, pa**ive where no one interrupts Today we breathed in this towns air And conjured illness to escape beaten walls And how long will you stand aside perfecting this abandonment? Today we breathed this towns air And conjured illness to escape Beaten walls and last chances Where inide you're armoure flatlined.