White by The Faade Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Closed doors, there's not a single sound
Is this heaven
Or a figment of existence

Self-affliction, a great white addiction
I'm up against my walls
Still you stood
As his chest fell to the floor

She leaves me, hanging

[Chorus]
She's a hot mess
Soft in the flesh, she's cynical
Mentally unsound
We're dabbling in chemicals

She's dancing around in beds
Well it's not quite empirical
And if returned in kind
Would that lead me back to you
To you
[Verse 2]
Are we there yet
She's desperate for a peace of mind
She says I'm not the one
To give her all my time

She's an avid reader
Of the thrill, mystery, in kind
Oh but I'll bet she didn't
She didn't read the part
'Bout the fray, when I lost my mind

[Chorus]
She's a hot mess
Soft in the flesh, she's cynical
Mentally unsound
We're dabbling in chemicals

She's dancing around in beds
Well it's not quite empirical
And if returned in kind
Would that bring me back to her arms
Her arms

[Bridge]
Took a last drag, she's gone with the ash
She's unstoppable
[Chorus]
Lost in her charms
Like the city lights on the walls
She loses herself to sex
No, it's not quite commendable

Oh, and if returned in kind
Would that lead me back to her heart
Her heart