Blow Out

In my mind.
And nailed into my hands
All the time
Killing what I fed
And everything I touch turns to stone.
(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)
And everything I touch turns to stone.
(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)
I am fused
Just in case I blow out
I am glued
Just in case I crack out
And everything I touch turns to stone.
(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)
And everything I touch turns to stone.
(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)