Silent Saw Songtext
von Godsticks

My mind′s not ready
A cerebral stall
If my mind's not steady
Then I′m pushed through the floor

Man, I am writhing
My hands on the wall
Should I be here fighting
Or be shot of it all?

If my mind's not ready
If it's broiled in salt
This cut-off headache
Of a silent saw


Man, I am writhing
My hands on the wall
Should I be here fighting
Or be shot of it all?

I picked you and you waste my time
I gotta whole lot of nothing that was not mine
I got fixed views, a nascent mind
I gotta whole lotta woe, a batshit mind

I gotta grip to this wall I′m on
I gotta lower down and turn my eye around
Even though the will is tired
I got that fixed little memory held in stone, and I

Man, I am writhing
My hands on the wall
Should I be here fighting
Or be shot of it all?