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
Chorus:
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
Bridge:
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?
Chorus:
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
Bridge:
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…