Envy And The Sloths - An Angel Dies Every Time Connor Tuttle Is Right

{Spoken Intro}
You don't look like one of God's kids to me, you look like one of the devils!

{Verse 1}
I find discomfort in your guided insecurity
But I'm indifferent to the way you say my name
You like to dance with unimpressive infidelity
But now you're drowning in a swimming pool of shame

{Verse 2}
I'm trying not to live my life so damn vicariously
But nowadays seems speaking out just ain't my tone
I'm betting words are flowing out of you so carelessly
I'm betting coins that you will end up all alone

{Chorus 1}
I loved you for your illness
A sickness you can't sweat
But now you've wove your witness
But that seems to be as sick as you can get

{Verse 3}
Oh, to hear the tragic tale of your mother
Oh, to simply be a fly sat on the wall
You try to make a simple story of another
You try to tame the untamed words you can't recall

{Verse 4}
You try to tear me down with words like you're a pacifist
You try to make the whole damn story about yourself
You want to make me an unfavorable antagonist
You want to throw me in the deepest holes you delve

{Verse 5}
So put it on the high shelf, right there out of reach
You try to tell me how to live
But you don't practice what you preach
You wish that everything you tried to do was circumstantial
But the awful burning truth was just the one thing that's substantial

{Chorus 2}
I loved you for your illness
A sickness you can't sweat
But now you've wove your witness
And it seems to be as sick as you can
Seems to be as sick as you can
Seems to be as sick as you can get