The Razor's Apple

What's going on

Right now

Is the sound of hell

Six feet, dig it up

Blame it on yourself

Again

Reach in, let it out

We can shut it down

These are the symptoms of you

Making me sick of the truth

And if you ask

How

We can figure out

Why we lost ourselves

So let go

Calm down

I wish it was that easy

We're all just victims of ourselves

Searching our way out the shelf

These are the symptoms of you

Making me sick

And it gets contagious

I've lost my patience

More desperate than before

How, how is it

So they say

What's on your mind

How, how deserving

It's a lie

In the space between every I and you

You'll be safe and green

Til' your lips turn blue

Reset

Start again

You'll starve again

The stars are bending

To heal the pain

You can't take away

You can't take away

(Just stop and start it) The stars are bending

(Just stop and start it) To heal the pain

(Just stop and start it) You can't take away

(Just stop and start it) You can't take away