Fragile Minds (Radio Edit)

Cut me open and you'll find,
 A brain, heart, liver, lungs,
 And a knife in the spine.
 It's chilling to know,
 That the last place you go,
 Might be where the fat lady sings.
 Does it hurt? I don't know,
 And where do we go?
 We don't tease fragile minds with such things.
 So sell me down the river,
 First help me sell my soul,
 It's something I know I can deliver,
 I think we finally broke the mold.
 It's getting harder to know if I'm sane,
 My issues are leaking outside of my veins,
 Somebody save me, or end me,
 I haven't yet made up my mind.
 If it lead to paranoia,
 Boy, you might want to hit the floor,
 \n Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis,
 We can't ignore.
 Lost in a whisper and hung on a prayer,
 If you don't know where you're going,
 Any road will take you there.
 Will I be an end to someone's destiny
 Who's to know
 And will I give right in to my aggression
 Who's to know
 Will I fall apart all alone
 Who's to know
 Or will I shine right through,
 and lay this hate to rest with all of you