Gold Fish

Stop, mixed emotions Digging holes I'm not immune I try Stop, false devotion Digging holes I'm not immune I try Eight, nine picking knives Six, three losing grip Not sick Unleashed In a tank of goldfish Rising up Careless and surprised So deep Uplift Since I'm bringing all my heart Reaching out Reaching out Stop fearful notions Digging holes I am not immune I cry Stop feeding monsters Digging holes I am not immune I cry You say the devil is in my eyes I’m not the one to disagree I live with him just right He knows exactly when to sit