if it splinters should I know...it's to be broken
it's not what I pictured things to be,
it's not what I meant to explode,
I don't want to carry this on my shoulders
nothing's solid, nothing's saved
if it splinters should I know...it's to be broken
Always numbers when it should be broken, nothing's sacred.
I don't want to see you go through the vital things that they say,
cause it's tearing you apart.
for the traps that they lay.
Nothing's sacred these days.
Didn't want to let them cut through to me.
So welcome me down into this.
Down here at the bottom it's dry and thin.
So welcome me down into this More from Three Mile Pilot