Organs

Even your heart has a heart
Just beating to keep up
Even your eyes have eyes
That saw through my disguise
Join the dots between the constellations of your organs, oh
Bad relationships will break and tear it apart
Even your mouth has a mouth
One that spits and one that sugarcoats the intention that is real
Even your brain has a brain
Only thinking for itself, not for yourself
Just keep that in mind
Join the dots between the constellations of your organs, oh
Bad relationships will break and tear it apart
I bite my tongue just to make it bleed
Bleed the colours that make me dream
There’s a crash inside my heart
Now everything just won’t start
Restless, drained and torn apart
Half a scar, a work of art
Forgery of what is true
That’s why they call it the Monday Blues
Even your lungs have lungs
One that breathes in the smoke that you’ve decided
Would cover up your demise
Join the dots between the constellations of your organs, oh
Bad relationships will break and tear it apart
Even your heart has a heart
It’s just beating to keep up