Sticks And Stones
Silent Theory
3:37Cut 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 mold 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 mold 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? Or 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 can deliver) I think we've finally broke the mold