Stitches

Oh, how do I get to the top

If I'm always dragging you up the hill?

Faith is dead and freedom will rot

Every drop of blood that you spill

Every promise you don't fulfill

While I'm dragging you up the hill

I know where to leave you

I know where to left you

I know where to leave you

I don't know what believed you

I know where to leave you

At the foot of the hill

At the foot of the hill

How should I kickstart my day

By drinking down your sweet dollar signs?

Guilt prepared a thousand ways

Salvation is so hard to describe

A savior is so hard to define

We're swallowing your sweet holy signs

I know where to leave you

I know where to left you

I know where to leave you

I don't know what believed you

I know where to leave you

At the foot of the hill

At the foot of the hill

At the foot of the hill

A savior is so hard to describe

Salvation stitched across my eyes

A savior is so hard to describe

Salvation stitched across my eyes

Stitched across my eyes

Stitched across my eyes

Stitched across my eyes

Stitched across my eyes

Stitched across my eyes

Stitched across my eyes

Stitched across my eyes

Stitched across my eyes