See this?
This writing upon my wrist?
It's a sign of the line I have drawn between us.
And if this is the road you're taking,
Then there's no point in faking any feeling I could never have for you.
And you...
My little white lie.

And you jump in again.
And then we pull you out,
Again and again and again.
Not again.

Because your way to heaven
Is the right way to hell.
But I'm not in the position
To tell you all how I feel...
Which wears me down.

And your teeth are far too white
For someone I don't have a single memory of that's right.
And your eyes, they don't focus on anything.
You're drooling at the mouth,
But you've got those needles in.
Get them.

Flesh and blood is a lie.
My flesh and blood is a lie.
Another black lie.

And your way to heaven
Is the right way to hell.
But I'm not in the position
To tell you all how I feel...
Which wears me down.
No, no, don't pull me out.

Flesh and blood is a lie.
My flesh and blood is a lie.