Song Lyrics

With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again
With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin
And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you needed it more
Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more

Get the f*ck out, stay the f*ck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

It seems like a runaround
Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more
And I will color you all red, I will color you all, red

Get the f*ck out, stay the f*ck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Braided conversation
Get the f*ck out, stay the f*ck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all
And caved the f*ck in, and bashed the f*ck in, it's so old
Slit wrist theory, stains us all

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Lace me up

Brock Lindow, Mick Whitney, Steven Holt, Thomas Noonan

The duration of Slit Wrist Theory is 4:01 minutes and seconds.