Cut me open and you’ll find A brain, heart, liver, lungs And a knife in the spine It’s chilling to know that the last place you go might be where the fat lady sings Does it hurt? I don’t know, and where do we go? We don’t tease fragile minds with such things So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mould It’s getting harder to know if I’m sane My issues are leaking outside of my veins Somebody save me or end me, I haven’t yet made up my mind If it leads to paranoia, boy, you might want to hit the floor Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis we can’t ignore Lost in the whisper and hung on a prayer If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there So sell me down the river First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mould Will I Be an end To someone’s destiny Who’s to know? And will I Give right in To my aggression Who’s to know? Will I Fall apart All alone Who’s to know? Or will I Shine right through And lay this hate to rest With all of you? So sell me down the river (down the river) First help me sell my soul It’s something I know I can deliver I think we’ve finally broke the mould

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