| I come alone | |
| Watch you come alone | |
| Much better on our own | |
| Right here sucking on our bones | |
| You faked your time | |
| But baby I did mine | |
| So you stayed behind and watched me cross the line | |
| Corrupt your body, baby | |
| The dead body of Christ | |
| You’re second last to nowhere | |
| But I guess that’s alright | |
| You track the days that tracked your veins | |
| In u-turn — your tires burn | |
| Of many shapes, in many places | |
| It’s leaving marks, it’s leaving traces |
| I come alone | |
| Watch you come alone | |
| Much better on our own | |
| Right here sucking on our bones | |
| You faked your time | |
| But baby I did mine | |
| So you stayed behind and watched me cross the line | |
| Corrupt your body, baby | |
| The dead body of Christ | |
| You' re second last to nowhere | |
| But I guess that' s alright | |
| You track the days that tracked your veins | |
| In uturn your tires burn | |
| Of many shapes, in many places | |
| It' s leaving marks, it' s leaving traces |
| I come alone | |
| Watch you come alone | |
| Much better on our own | |
| Right here sucking on our bones | |
| You faked your time | |
| But baby I did mine | |
| So you stayed behind and watched me cross the line | |
| Corrupt your body, baby | |
| The dead body of Christ | |
| You' re second last to nowhere | |
| But I guess that' s alright | |
| You track the days that tracked your veins | |
| In uturn your tires burn | |
| Of many shapes, in many places | |
| It' s leaving marks, it' s leaving traces |