Testo di Wax Violet

Violet knows the truth And that's why we fight That's why we spend all day Searching for the knives: Because we don't have lives We have sequels Cheap and badly directed Sometimes you can see the walls shake Our moves are rehearsed The sky is fake Our moves are rehearsed The sky is fake The sky is fake The sky is fake Rips my skin at night – wakes me with wax Rips my skin at night – chokes me She drips on the carpet The days yawn open like wounds I ponder my health We could have been twins Except we look quite different And we never agree Yes we should have been twins Oh we should have been twins The sky is fake The sky is fake Rips my skin at night – wakes me with wax I rip her skin at night – nails in her back She drips on the carpet We slip on the carpet Sometimes I wish that I was insane Mostly at three a.m. and in chains Both of us cut to ribbons again