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 leads to paranoia, boy, you might wanna hit the floor Before exposure leads to a metamorphosis we can't ignore Lost in the whisper and hung on a prayer If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there 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 Will I be an end? Or will I give right in? Or will I fall apart? Or will I shine right through? 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