
Date of issue: 09.09.2016
Song language: English
Fragile Minds |
Cut me open and you’ll find |
A brain, heart, liver, lungs |
And a knife in the spine |
It’s chilling to know that the last place you go might be where the fat lady |
sings |
Does it hurt? |
I don’t know, and where do we go? |
We don’t tease fragile minds with such things |
So sell me down the river |
First help me sell my soul |
It’s something I know I can deliver |
I think we’ve finally broke the mould |
It’s getting harder to know if I’m sane |
My issues are leaking outside of my veins |
Somebody save me or end me, I haven’t yet made up my mind |
If it leads to paranoia, boy, you might want to hit the floor |
Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis we can’t ignore |
Lost in the whisper and hung on a prayer |
If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there |
So sell me down the river |
First help me sell my soul |
It’s something I know I can deliver |
I think we’ve finally broke the mould |
Will I |
Be an end |
To someone’s destiny |
Who’s to know? |
And will I |
Give right in |
To my aggression |
Who’s to know? |
Will I |
Fall apart |
All alone |
Who’s to know? |
Or will I |
Shine right through |
And lay this hate to rest |
With all of you? |
So sell me down the river (down the river) |
First help me sell my soul |
It’s something I know I can deliver |
I think we’ve finally broke the mould |