Lyrics

Taste these, they’re pure, trust these, they’re cured
Hate these, they’re pure, hate these, they’re cured
I’m torn between places, the conviction of love
And my eyes and my feel hurt from choking on the laws
So real it’s fantasy, traverse from the scene
Stack the distance between, it’s cold out here
Build a warm to keep fire for the essence of love
And to whisper the real truth stokes the fire of new law
Taste these, they’re pure, trust these, they’re cured
Hate these, they’re pure, hate these, they’re cured
I’m torn between places, the conviction of love
And my eyes and my feel hurt from choking on the laws
So real it’s fantasy, traverse from the scene
Stack the distance between, it’s cold out here
Build a warm to keep fire for the essence of love
And to whisper the real truth stokes the fire of new law
Taste these, they’re pure, trust these, they’re cured
Hate these, they’re pure, hate these, they’re cured