Smackin' Isaiah Clear As Mud
Save my mind and break my heart, because when my body
dies, you'll have that trophy for your wall.
(Hang it up)
How could I want you that much?
I'll never know.
And there you go.
Make sure no one knows that I'm dying; believe me, this
feels like nothing else.
At last, fear, ignorance, without her, I'm leaving, I'll
die now.
Would you let me be your safety net, or will you keep on
falling?
The skies are clear as mud from here on in, but still you
keep on falling.
