Broken Fingers - Idle Lyrics

Spinning head
Tied on stick
World comes running
Then comes panic
Standing / staring
Harder, then not
Losing life / with every glance

So you can adorn it and make it your own
Something to be proud of
So you can adorn it and make it your own
Something to be proud of

But you'd be better off dead
Still the feeling of accomplishment is there
Getting used to what you've been told
Variety of doses / variety of doses

If there's no worry / there ain't no hope
Feeling sorry / it hurts i know
This is a mess, far from bliss
How could you end up like this

When everything else falls apart
A stray with no name
No worry, no hope
Free to make things right
When everything else falls apart
A stray with no name
No worry, no hope
Free to make things right

I won't leave this behind
Just found a place to call home