Fike Philophobia

Cut your teeth on me
All my love left for you
Wastes away

And the night was on fire, calling
Sky is falling
I wont be afraid

A result of your ill timing,
I was snapped up by a siren
I'll run until you're safe (sane)

Suck your paper sticks
As the leaves they surround
Make me/you sick

Slice yourself apart
Beauty kill
You are a work of art

Avert your eyes to me

And the night was on fire, calling
Sky is falling
I wont be afraid

Cut your teeth on me
All my love left for you
Wastes away