the mould

Don't regret, or forget about acid crumbs Tickling wasted lungs, teething for special moves If you kiss the dread, and listen to them You'll worship smiles that smile for nothing Don't worship smiles Follow the mould through portals Looking at memories wrong Take tiny sips through their lips Don't expect, to collect enough broken hearts To fix up the body parts, praying for lucky luck Do you miss the dread? Obsessed with it You'll worship smiles that smile for nothing Don't worship smiles Follow the mould through portals Looking at memories wrong Take tiny sips through their lips Follow the mould through portals Looking at memories wrong Take tiny sips through their lips