[verse]
Imposed these bones are broken
Pink for new gray
I've closed these cells are frozen
Stuck in a phase of the grayest shade

[chorus]
We're all a form of indiscretion
I need you like a bullet to the face
A simple lie to petty to mention
The smell of rotted meat

[verse]
In one motion
My wrists are sliced wide open again
But all this hurts I know
I've poured my past on to lips
And tried to force my way in
On my Holy Day

[chorus]
We're all a form of indiscretion
I need you like a bullet to the face
A simple lie to petty to mention
The smell of rotted meat

[bridge]
We break
Transpose and I'll say a prayer
For all of our broken lives

[chorus]
We're all a form of indiscretion
I need you like a bullet to the face
A simple lie to petty to mention
The smell of rotted meat