| Blow Out |
|---|
| In my mind |
| And nailed into my heels |
| All the time |
| Killing what I feel |
| And everything I touch |
| (All wrapped up in cotton wool) |
| (All wrapped up in sugar-coated pills) |
| Turns to stone |
| Everything I touch |
| (All wrapped up in cotton wool) |
| (All wrapped up in sugar-coated pills) |
| Turns to stone |
| I am fused |
| Just in case I blow out |
| I am glued |
| Just in case I crack out |
| And everything I touch turns to stone |
| Everything I touch |
| (All wrapped up in cotton wool) |
| (All wrapped up in sugar-coated pills) |
| Turns to stone |
