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...