Alleged - Yoe Mase

I don’t want the texture of love

The lying, the lamp, and the dust

Tell us, just how many steps from within?

The tickets sold out, a venue I’ve never been

I don’t need the texture of love

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

Angers of mine, I know I’m at the edge

Are we accused of crimes that we choose are alleged?

Crimes are allged

Crimes are allged

Isn’t it off when your teeth are off by the bed

Smile is mad, tracked what you add in your head

Give me a cure to the hard dance of the shore by the edge

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged

Crimes are alleged