We hold our arms out to the ones who show us when they're weaker
But bear the cross and bow our heads and call them our defeaters.
Our weakness shines beyond the stars to those that hold our chains
And every moment that you stir they tighten up the reins.
Your death would be the love for me that never set you free.
My death would be the love for you that never let me be.
As chains we bear are fastened to the pole they set on fire
We let ourselves give in to every held back true desire.