Lyrics

So you're the fucking tin man? If you only had A heart. Your eyes are rusted shut, too caught Up in yourself to start letting down your guard Or trying to discard your insulation. You got Fired before you could retire or hand in your Resignation You better shed your skin, man, or this is going To get more frustrating. Inhale, exhale, repeat But you're still asphyxiating The ice is getting thin. You better watch where You're stepping or you might fall in. It's no sin (and this is where the strings come in). All this Pretending is wearing thing We don't know where to start We shut down with the intent to prevent things From falling apart