False Gods
Defences
3:08Slow, it grows I can't, control Slow, it grows I can't, control Where will it go? The shape, the flow? Cold and beautiful It's so sweet, I wanna know I'm slipping under your spell Can't help but underwhelm I got it under my skin That Cinnamon, Cinnamon And I'm a mess, never felt quite like this I'll pick the stitch, know that I can't resist Should I give in, let it all come undone For that Lithium KISS Star—crossed, crying for floods Of tears that never come I'm caught up in the saccharine An artificial love I've gotta swim before I sink into it further Did I get out or am I breathing underwater? I'm building step—by—step but in the back of my head I don't know where composure ends and I begin I gotta get it gotta get it gotta get it Pick the stitch and just surrender I gotta, I gotta, I gotta gotta get it I gotta, I gotta, I gotta gotta get it I gotta, I gotta, I gotta gotta just Pick the stitch and just surrender I'm slipping under your spell Can't help but underwhelm I got it under my skin That Cinnamon, Cinnamon And I'm a mess, never felt quite like this I'll pick the stitch, know that I can't resist Should I give in, let it all come undone For that Lithium I'm slipping under your spell I got it under my skin I've never felt quite like this Don't know if I can resist I think that I might give in To that Lithium KISS