Alleged

I don't want texture of love

the lion, the lamb, and the dove

tell us, does harmony start from within?

a ticket sold out, a venue I’ve never been

I don’t need texture of love

God if you're there, have you cared up above?

Finger and Mind, numb at the edge

are we accused of the crimes that we choose, are alleged?

crimes are alleged

Isn’t it odd, through your teeth and a nod by the bed

Smile is mad, subtract what you add in your head

give me a cure, for a heart the unsure by the edge

shirt might be filthy, but I am not guilty

of what you alleged

crimes are alleged

crimes are alleged