Silent Theory 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
