Testo: Poison The Well. Sticks And Stones Never Made Sense.

Thought that I would shove everything aside to shake your hand
Barbed wire wouldn't come fast enough, shake your hand

Why does your name leave a bad taste in my mouth
When it rolls off my tongue?

In your world, excuses mean everything
Stitch me for days because I keep splitting myself for you

Why does your face seem better on the floor?
Have you thought about death today ask me I'll help

[Incomprehensible]
Just play myself