Ado

Repair the scrape for else it will wear away When the wound turns clean
Sent beneath rouge moon, return not to me

I care not for your health
I care not for your heart
Begin to care for yourself
Or your soul will exfoliate and drag it's coattails through the remaining parts

No one who knows of you
Desires to go with you
Drouk yourself in abandoned desires
We left the parts you left in our minds in the fires

The fires (we built them)
The liars (we killed them)
The mires (we filled them)
The diars (we held them)

We cleansed our coattails clean
We purged out your obscene

We're different since we parted our ways
Nothing to rescue,
we'll witness no one as they save you
We cleansed dross-draped coattails clean We purged our own obscene

We've grown since your leave
Nothing to rescue, we'll witness no one as they save you from...