A Piece Of Mind - Finch

Treacherous hold on me

With daggers for teeth

A pound of flesh for regret tied to a marionette limp around my neck

Who knows which way to go?

Charcoal burnt sunrise

Sent by the river

To tell me lies

Cold shades of sanity

Are bleeding over

I broke apart the disguise, the demon lives in the eyes and underneath your

breath

A softly spoken death

Hate that it tastes this way

Medicine gets so stale

A cut from a piece of mind

Then will you listen?

I’m only me

«This man is using his mind as a weapon…

…And woe betide the creature

Who steps into his garden»

Let’s see if I can’t get it on me

Let’s see if I can’t get him all over my hands

«He's had another attack», there’s nothing bringing me back, sailor says full

mast

Following the sun

A cut from a piece of mind

Then will you listen?

A cut from a piece of mind

Then will you listen?

Where are you?

Where are you?

(Where are you?)