Letra de Slow Sin

You are my blood
The object of my eye
You are my blood
The object of my eye
You are the same but different
The victim of a slower sin
(The object of my eye)
And I would trade it all to change it
You are acting like a brain-dead infant
Waiting in line for a chemical to fix it
(The object of my eye)
Acting like a sickle-cell child with a death wish
When you are light, you are time, you are endless