[Verse 1]
I don't want the texture of love
The lying, the lamp, and the dove
Tell us, just how many step 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?
[Hook]
Crimes arе alleged
Crimes arе alleged
[Verse 2]
Isn't it odd with your teeth and an an eye by the bed?
Smile is mad, tracked what you add in your head
Give me a cure, hard dance of the shore by the edge
[?], and I am not guilty of what you allege
[Chorus]
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