Folds in my throat
They bring you good news
Straight from my brain
To you
Try and catch me twisted
I'll keep your bread fresh
If I had a genie
Three of my wishes
Would be for death, death, death, death
Do us till we part
This is not the end, this is just my heart
Oh my heart
Beating on the floor
If eyes are the windows to the soul then wheres the door
Folds in my throat
They bring you good news
Straight from my brain
To you