Alleged – Yoe Mase

I don’t want texture of love
The lion, the lamb, and the dove
Tell us, does harmony start from within?
A ticket sold out, a venue I’ve never been

I don’t need texture of love
God if you’re there, have you cared up above?
Finger and Mind, numb at the edge
Are we accused of the crimes that we choose, are alleged?

Crimes are alleged
Crimes are alleged

Isn’t it odd, through your teeth and a nod by the bed
Smile is mad, subtract what you add in your head
Give me a cure, for a heart the unsure by the edge
Shirt might be filthy, but I am not guilty
Of what you 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