Stop, mixed emotions
Digging holes
I'm not immune
I try
Stop, false devotion
Digging holes
I'm not immune
I try
Eight, nine picking knives
Six, three losing grip
Not sick
Unleashed
In a tank of goldfish
Rising up
Careless and surprised
So deep
Uplift
Since I'm bringing all my heart
Reaching out
Reaching out
Stop fearful notions
Digging holes
I am not immune
I cry
Stop feeding monsters
Digging holes
I am not immune
I cry
You say the devil is in my eyes
I’m not the one to disagree
I live with him just right
He knows exactly when to sit
