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
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