Stop the bleeding
Stop the thinking
Stop the bleeding
Sometimes it’s like the world is speeding up
And slowing down in time
Out in reverse and I can’t tell if I’m in front
Or far behind
Like the one eyed man, in the land of the blind
I ain’t no king, I swim with anything
What’s the reason, your role is up for question,
May seem random, but don’t abandon the force
Of your own creation, the worlds out there, hard
To feel it, the truths out there can’t believe it leave
It! Don’t think it aint fair just cause you can’t see it
Gotta pick myself up from the ground, take my hand
Out of my hands, stop the bleeding, stop the thinking,
Stop! Gotta turn it around, turn it round!
Gotta pick myself up from the ground, take my hand
Out of my hands, stop the bleeding, stop the thinking,
Stop! Gotta turn it around, turn it round!
In a galaxy far away called yesterday, there were prophecies
Of perfect world outta space, robots, servants, flying cars
And shining surfaces, year 2033 so fast I didn’t have a clue!
When I was a child I remember thinking mum and dad they
Knew everything, when I grew up to be a man, I’d know just
As much as them! Yest’day dead, it's dead and gone, it’s all
About now, not about what did you do!
Gotta pick myself up from the ground, take my hand
Out of my hands, stop the bleeding, stop the thinking,
Stop! Gotta turn it around, turn it round!
Gotta pick myself up from the ground, take my hand
Out of my hands, stop the bleeding, stop the thinking,
Stop! Gotta turn it around, turn it round!
Take my hand (Stop), take my hand (Stop)
Outta my hand (Turn around)
Stop the bleeding!
Stop the thinking!
Stop the bleeding!
Stop the thinking!
Stop!
