Ritual Tradition Habit

Raise up our voice, not far from here Strip away the noise until your skin is bare I give it up for you Name around my neck, since I was young Growing old, thinning out your blood We're all to blame for this one Hold on, Hold on Make up the bed, you'

Standing on glass sheets, it hit like a cold one, Feeling our way out, we left all the old ones, Followed by treason we left there believing we're fine... Undid our bracelets, gleaming and faceless, Wasted you're beaming, you'd give every reason, Slu

There's a place That I've found Full of sins That you've drowned I've been your river I've been your river Since we were kids There's a rhyme And a case For the things You've misplaced I've been your giver I've been your giver Since we were kids Take