Sewn
From thread made of gold
To a heart turn to coal
Science of old
Your lips taste like fate
Your mouth burns like hate
Your skin feels so fake
Your hell I can't break
Your give me this attitude crushes my gratitude dead
Your torrential rains keep on flooding the songs in my head
I could change your mind but I can't make you kind
I could change your mind but I can't make you mine
Sewn
From web made of bone
To a heart turn to stone
In the fire alone
Your lips taste like fate
Your mouth burns like hate
Your skin feels so fake
Your hell I can't break
Your give me this attitude crushes my gratitude dead
Your torrential rains keep on flooding the songs in my head
I could change your mind but I can't make you kind
I could change your mind but I can't make you mine
Your give me this attitude crushes my gratitude dead
Your torrential rains keep on flooding the songs in my head
I could change your mind but I can't make you kind
I could change your mind but I can't make you mine