Occults * My Type

Thats my type
The only time I feel alive
Is in your sight
Choking on the tears I cry
Fleeting sounds
Of dying heartbeats all around
We are bound
In the places where we drown

Can we testify?
We sleep alone, were holding on to what is gone
Can we testify?
This precious blood stained on my lips - Cause thats my type.
Can we testify?

Thats my type
On the cross youre on my mind
Reunite
With every thought that Ive denied
I catch fire
Burning from the attention
But Isnt that
Just the law of attraction

Can we testify?
We sleep alone, were holding on to what is gone
Can we testify?
This precious blood stained on my lips - Cause thats my type.
Can we testify?