| Tell me
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| Do you feel
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| Are you real
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| Do you seem satisfied within yourself
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| Cause there was sometimes in my life
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| Where I have to cut the strings loose
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| I didn’t know what to do
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| I couldn’t see the beautiful world
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| That was in front of you
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| And I was begging for forgiveness
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| But I couldn’t forgive myself
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| And I was screaming out for help
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| It was murder to the mind
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| There was blood on my hands
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| Fire in my soul
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| It was murder to the mind
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| There was blood on my hands
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| Fire in my soul
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| It was murder to the mind
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| There was blood on my hands
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| Fire in my soul
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| So tell me where’d the time go
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| And where it stops
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| Nobody really knows
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| And I throw my hands up, I surrender to the night
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| Kiss the pain away
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| And no, I never wanna see your face again
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| But I was picking apart, picking apart
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| Picking apart the good days
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| Trying to find myself
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| I emerged from a fog haze
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| Six months strong, I don’t know where the time has gone
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| But I tell my mama, do you think she’d be proud
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| I tell my father put two feet on the ground
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| 'Cause I was only screaming out for help
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| It was murder to the mind
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| There was blood on my hands
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| Fire in my soul
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| It was murder to the mind
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| There was blood on my hands
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| Fire in my soul
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| It was murder to the mind
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| There was blood on my hands
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| Fire in my soul
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| Murder to the mind
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| Blood on my hands
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| Fire in my soul
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| It was murder to the mind
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| Fire in my soul |