Blowout

In my mind.And nailed into my handsAll the timeKilling what I fedAnd everything I touch turns to stone.(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)And everything I touch turns to stone.(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)I am fusedJust in case I blow outI am gluedJust in case I crack outAnd everything I touch turns to stone.(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)And everything I touch turns to stone.(all wrapped up in crioline, all wrapped up in suger-coated)