I'm not tense... it all looks grey, and not quite real... From my ledge I contemplate the fall... Oh.. You play with minds, but I feel fine - You know you will not ever break me This is only silence; the violent space between the breakdowns. Sending hot, hot rush of blood heading to the vein. It's not denial... I'm reeling Can't you figure out what you cry about, cause it's nothing that I said.
The trip before the fall; the roll before the lightning...
Send a hot, hot rush of blood, straight into my veins
Oh....It's not denial, i'm feeling fine -
You know it takes more than that to break me.
Can't you figure out, what you cry about, 'cause it's nothing that I said.
