Every Thief - We Cut Corners

Wrap me in wires and stitch in my eyes

Because something in here doesn’t feel right

If I am to perish then you should be the rock

As I depreciate with each twitch of the clock

Every thief needs an alibi

I’ll be yours, will you, will you, will you be mine?

Cut me in quarters, drag me through the streets

Pull out my heart and see if it still beats

I never dreamt they would bury me this deep

Now I dream of uninterrupted sleep

Every thief needs a place to hide

I’ll be yours, will you, will you, will you, be mine?

We suck the blood from blood oranges

We spit like syringes until we get withdrawals

Luckily whores hang from our door hinges

And lookalikes line our walls

Every thief needs one last crime

I’ll be yours, will you, will you, will you be mine?