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