SWORDS - Transviolet
Composed by：Sarah Maree McTaggart/Donald Patrick Meigel Miggs/Francis Grace DeGuzman
Produced by：Ben Greenspan/Daniel Loumpouridis
What is the game?
Two storms in a room
Forget my name I'm following you
Though I see it I fall slowly into the trap door
What you needed cut me open leave me on the floor
I'll twist myself into the strangest shapes
To keep believing that it isn't true
And I'll run myself in circles
Kicking screaming keep on clinging
To that image I have of you
Heart in your hands still bleeding and warm
How does it taste swallowing swords?
Though you eat it pick the bones
It's ripping at your core at your deepest
Fear like poison you're just a blackhole
I'll twist myself into the strangest shapes
To keep believing that it isn't true
And I'll run myself in circles
Kicking screaming keep on clinging
To that image I have of you
You really did a number
You really did a number on me baby
You want it you run from it
Oh but you want it but you run
I'll twist myself into the strangest shapes
To keep believing that it isn't true
And I'll run myself in circles
Kicking screaming keep on clinging
To that image I have of you
You really did a number
You really did a number on me baby
You really did a number
You really did a number on me baby
