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)