Spiritbox Share Acoustic Version of Constance
It’s hard to lose and wonder why.
It’s hard to lose and wonder why.
Burning crimson red, I was a moth into your flame.
Just sit back and fall into dreams
These bleeding scars won’t congregate.
I can’t deny that this is death inside of me.
Did you think all your problems were fixed? Well, not this one.
I have to return some video tapes.
Intoxication, I drink my emotions down.
I climb the altar and I claim my place as God.