treacherous hold on me with daggers for teeth a pound of flesh for regret tied to a marionette limp around my neck who knows which way to go charcoal burnt sunrise sent by the river to tell me lies cold shades of sanity are bleeding over i broke apart the disguise the demon lives in the eyes and underneath your breath a softly spoken death hate that it tastes this way medicine gets so stale a cut from a piece of mind then will you listen i m only me this man is using his mind as a weapon and woe betide the creature who steps into his garden let s see if i can t get it on me let s see if i can t get him all over my hands he s had another attack there s nothing bringing me back sailor says full mast following the sun a cut from a piece of mind then will you listen a cut from a piece of mind then will you listen where are you where are you 1