Paroles de Slow Sin

You are my blood The object of my eye You are my blood The object of my eye You are the same but different The victim of a slower sin (The object of my eye) And I would trade it all to change it You are acting like a brain-dead infant Waiting in line for a chemical to fix it (The object of my eye) Acting like a sickle-cell child with a death wish When you are light, you are time, you are endless