作词 : AMICK CUTLER
 作曲 : AMICK CUTLER
Bury my heart in a dry insensitive grave
Turn on my kin with the slightest temperature change We exited womb with the same dependence on breathing And our blood runs deeper
But in this system all I settle for is hate
Who is my mother, brother, unfortunate son?
On the business end of a shank all spangled in blood Trying my best to escape all the infinite wisdom
In a voice that cries deeper
Where's the raw, hot burning, foolish kind of love
I believe in a kiss
When tempers are rising
I believe in a kiss
When punches start flying I believe in a kiss
When brothers are dying I believe in a kiss
Tangled tied up in a web of social disgust
Hiding Under blanket statements covered in dust Heirloom fears we've adopted without ever testing The virus running deeper
We could end the war with contagious love
I believe in a kiss
When tempers are rising
I believe in a kiss
When punches start flying I believe in a kiss
When brothers are dying I believe in a kiss