You're sitting in a glass hatch, waiting for the walls to crack
And I wanted to anoint you with love, it felt like you had no fun
Your stick becomes blood, I'm raising you
You say that you have to act me, oh I
Your stick becomes blood, I'm raising you
You say that you have to act me, oh I
It's a song I hear, in the dark times, in my head
I can't make it on my own
Your stick becomes blood, I'm raising you
You say that you have to act me, oh I
Your stick becomes blood, I'm raising you
You say that you have to act me, oh I
Your stick becomes blood, I'm raising you
You say that you have to help me, oh I
