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…