Empty Ivy Levan

In the gloom mist morning, a bag of wasted hue
My throat it closes tighter, better to keep shut than use
But why? If you trust than maybe
Something would happen with us, with us, yeah

Give in if it's a sin
I don't want to be the saint to save you
Pull through lie here with me
Cocoon and grow empty

Come to claim all screaming
Watch them beg for flesh
You dance for edge and dreaming
But leave the truth to rest
Then why does it kill to fold
Into a tangle vessel of lies, despite

I givе in if it's a sin
I don't want to be the saint to save you
Pull through liе here with me
Cocoon and grow empty, empty

Give unto me, love leave impress
Do unto me
Give unto me, love leave impress
Do unto me
Give unto me, love leave impress
Do unto me
Give unto me, love leave impress
Do unto me