Sweetened possessive farce   Our saints become sparse   And it's an option to be transparent   So in your soul that it's inherent   Now that you've found your wings (you want to fly)   Now that I've done those things (you've said goodbye)   It would be ample if only you'd trample   What you could not choke in life      Choke, choke, choke, choke      Now that you've sold your soul   What was the human toll   And oh your sacrifice (your sacrifice)   And oh what my vice (you were)   And it would be ample if only you'd trample   What you could not choke in life      Choke, choke, choke, choke      I could be anyone   I could be anything except for you   I could be anyone   I could be anything except for you   Except for you      Anything except for you   No, it had to be a lie it didn't rain twice   The clouds over my head but I'm not dead yet   I could be anyone   I could be anything except for you   I could be anyone   I could be anything except for you   Except for except for except for you   Except for except for except for you.