Motionless
My mind is suspended like a cymbal
Thoughts crashing into my skull
Subject is always you
Everything is the way it's supposed to be
Broken glass
Cause everything is broken and smashed
You're thinking its time to hit the road
But the rubble in which I live is still our home
Everything is the way it's supposed to be
Speechless
Sewn shut with the threads of your soul
Nothing needs to be explained here
If I have to I'll take off alone
Everything is the way it's supposed to be