Drop
Starting again
Walking away
Verse 1
Polished teeth
Clicking like a trap for the small and the weak
Sharp suit
Covering the scars that I earned from the truth
Bitter breath and cold wine
Faking all the grace while I cross every line
Chorus
Starting again
I am starting again
Walking away
Walking away
Finally sick of the stink of this place
Finally sick of your face
Starting again
Verse 2
Ripped the silk
Tossed the glass and the flowers and the mother's milk
Broken bones
Screaming at the top of these paper thrones
Gold chains around a ghost
I am leaving the party that I used to host
Chorus
Starting again
I am starting again
Walking away
Walking away
Finally sick of the stink of this place
Finally sick of your face
Starting again
Bridge
Cut the chord
Shatter the sword
Check the board
Nothing left to save here
Nothing left to crave here
Nothing left to pray for here
Drop
Starting again
Walking away
Chorus
Starting again
I am starting again
Walking away
Walking away
Finally sick of the stink of this place
Finally sick of your face
Starting again
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