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