Straight Across My Mind - Art Of Dying

The first time’s easy I could walk away, but something in me makes me stay

The second I leave you I’m without

Third time lucky without a doubt this disease is growing in me from a seed into

a twisted tree

It’s like an obsession, an addiction

You keep on running straight across, straight across my mind

I’ll never look away

It’s like the sun has opened up my eyes

You’re straight across my mind (my mind)

Straight across my mind (my mind)

Forced expression fails to meet expectations of the weak

Cinco de Mayo comes again

Six years dying to understand this disease that’s growing in me from a seed

into a twisted tree

It’s like an obsession, an addiction

You keep on running straight across, straight across my mind

I’ll never look away

It’s like the sun has opened up my eyes

You’re straight across my mind

Now this disease is growing in me from a seed into a twisted tree

It’s like an obsession, an addiction

You keep on running straight across, straight across my mind

I’ll never look away

It’s like the sun has opened up my eyes

It’s like the sun has opened up my eyes

You’re straight across my mind (my mind)

Straight across my mind (my mind)

Straight across my mind