My first memory, Bout a week ago woke with jealousy tattooed on my throat I felt the hand the death reach around to choak but the sweat of my turtle neck had grown stone cold Walkin' the desert sands, got no clue why wanderin' these barren lands, each direction worth a try The scorching earth it pummels right up to the sky and the blood on my furrowed brow had grown bone dry Should I care that I don't recognise my own mind. Can I walk with you instead and leave it all behind. Drag me on board I swear to God, I might as well be yours Cut me to size That space in your heart where I can fit just RIGHT. RIGHT. Cut me to pieces so I fit just RIGHT. RIGHT. Take me in so I can feel fine. Dying of thirst, mouth dry as stone Stumbling aimlessly any way the wind has blown I ask you take my hand and keep me as your own but the skin on my fingertips is whittled to the bone what kind of misery have I made of my life what sin did I commit to deserve such demise you'd think the torture would make a poor man wise but there ain't a ounce of wisdom behind these pale eyes Should I care that I don't recognise my own mind. Can I walk with you instead and leave it all behind. Drag me on board I swear to God, I might as well be yours Cut me to size That space in your heart where I can fit just RIGHT. RIGHT. Cut me to pieces so I fit just RIGHT. RIGHT. Take me in so I can feel fine. Should I care that I don't recognise my own mind. Can I walk with you instead and leave it all behind. Drag me on board I swear to God, I might as well be yours Cut me to size That space in your heart where I can fit just RIGHT. RIGHT. Cut me to pieces so I fit just RIGHT. RIGHT. Take me in so I can feel fine.
