Suture

Lies that grip you by the throat Feel the weight of broken hopes Under the cold skin Vile and poison Speak low if you speak lies to a dead man I don't want you bleed I want you to run I'm not fuckin perfect Wouldn't pretend to be With every word you speak Fucking hypocrisy Nothing but a fallacy Lies that grip you by the throat Feel the weight of broken hope Feel the weight of broken If I speak clearly I know you'll hear me I'm always worse Anytime you're near