A Piece Of Mind

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?
(Where are you?)