The Source And The Sound (the Sound & The Source)

The brokenhearted break their bones up into bread

Then ball it up and stuff it in the holes

In the sides of their heads.

To stop the sound you stop the source

Or is it the other way around?

To stop the source you stop the sound

My bones are brittle

And i'm a little dry at the joints between them.

Pushing the choke in my throat down

I told you id go down

But you don't know, you never know.

The open hearted make such a mess of themselves.

The emptyhanded are pulling all the sparks

Right out from under their wheels.

To stop, to stop, to throw off course

Of course i know how easy for all those

Who need and take and go.

My bones are brittle

And i'm a little tired of sitting and getting fat.

We all should close up

If we are sealing up enough

Then we are feeling nothing

Feeling nothing

Feeling nothing.