In my hand
There are cracks in my soul
And I try to put me off
All of them sentences
I won't shuffle
And I lie to my ancestors
The feelings get a liquid form
It's true you get lost in manipulation
The dark days are my liquor now
It's true you get, get lost in manipulation
And all the stones in my collection
Put a heavy weight on me
And I don't feel any contradiction
Please put a heavy weight on me
And all the stones in my collection
My pass it bulges out now
And I try to set your love straight
It was a bit too far
That I reached out, so
I tried to pull us two together again
The tube that I have become
Gets filled with needs
None of its vision lasts
And I don't matter to anyone
The roots I set get crushed of the world around
After this they won't supply us
With any more necessary medical help
In this expedition
Unable to listen
Unable to listen
While I get more and more able to tell
If I lose my head
Will you label me dead?
If I lose my head
Will you label me dead?
And all the stones in my collection...
Put a heavy weight on me
And I don't feel any contradiction
Please put a heavy weight on me
And all the stones in my collection
After this they won't supply us
With any more necessary medical help
In this expedition
Unable to listen
Unable to listen
While I get more and more able to tell
If I lose my head
Will you label me dead?
If I lose my head
Will you label me dead?
Oh-oh...