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