Alleged

I don’t want the texture of love
The lying, the lamp, and the dust
Tell us, just how many steps from within?
The tickets sold out, a venue I’ve never been
I don’t need the texture of love
God, if you’re there, have you cared up above?
Angers of mine, I know I’m at the edge
Are we accused of crimes that we choose are alleged?
Crimes are allged
Crimes are allged
Isn’t it off when your teeth are off by the bed
Smile is mad, tracked what you add in your head
Give me a cure to the hard dance of the shore by the edge
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged