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I've got a painters eye
and a skilled musicians ears
and i'm silent - in 7 languages
and i've got all my family's fears...
what lives inside you?
yeah, what stuffs your skin??
- someone elses memory..
how come i never hear what i wanna hear
how come i never see what i wanna see...
the choice is small if there's choice at all
but i'm holding on as if i'm going to fall
now i know how it feels
- to be ragged and wild
-- whipped like a stepchild
feel the soulbender
fear's knocking at your skin
feel the soulbender
just to see if any soul is in..
Whether one want them to or not
so far between a while well spent
and the time spent keepin' up...
make one devoted
and settle like a bird
forgive and try not to hurt
don't take your garbage
- anywhere but out..
before the pup in your heart
- becomes a dog in your mind
and it's licking my brains...
sucking reason out
it will be cooking my head
with the lid on tight
you know how it feels:
- 'till i'm ragged and wild
whipped like a stepchild
feel the soulbender - fear's knocking at your skin
feel the soulbender - just to see if any soul is in..
feel the soulbender - fear's knocking at your skin
feel the soulbender - bend you - break you..
With empty eyes; blank, like two wet stones
in search for a home; in search for a soul
handed down on the family network
learning how it works... - to be a jerk..
feel the soulbender...