Cut 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 chase fragile minds with such things

So sail 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 mould

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, anyone will take you there

So sail 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 mould
 

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?
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 sail me down the river (down the river), first help me sell my soul
It’s something I know I can deliver
I think we’ve finally broke the mould

-- † M.e.l.i.c.a.k.e.s †-- 
I'm Lost
In a Whisper


17.11.25
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