My love becomes a mange
Dyeing autumn in its leaves
When it broke me in the branch
Where my antlers come to feed
And I swam a hundred days
In the bosom of this filth
Carry on this drought
As I tighten my belt

This deceit
Has no arms
Bended will
Take what's yours
This deceit
Has no arms
Bended will
Take what's yours

Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads

In a field of balding marble where the medicine awaits
The hourglass pokes at the ribs of my cage
At half rations I'm finished
At half rations the minutes
All that happens was given
Coil and embrace

This deceit
Has no arms
Bended will
Take what's yours
This deceit
Has no arms
Bended will
Take what's yours

Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads

This deceit
Has no arms
Bended will
Take what's yours
This deceit
Has no arms
Bended will
Take what's yours

Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads

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Writer(s): Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez