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• Artiste: Finch
• Titre: A Piece Of Mind
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Treacherous hold on me With daggers for teeth A pound of flesh for regret Tied to marionette Limp around my neck Who knows which way to go? Charcoal burnt sunrise Sent by the river To tell me lies (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 I 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 is better 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 I 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 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?) Where are you? - - (Where are you?)