Testo Cut Me

Watching lines run through the sky
Asking how or why
Seems so distant from where I am
Looking down feeling for hearten
Watching your eyes rolling
Time going by Knowing
That this is just a feeling
Not an experience or anything
So cut me up, cut me down
I want to feel my feet on the ground
They don't sell, I don't care, at least not now
Cut me up, cut me now
I only hope my feet get back on the ground
Somebody cut, slovenly cut, cut me

Can't tell myself what to do
My mind is full of things to do
Don't need time to slow me down
Take what I can before I drown
Not forever, quite ironic
Quite immense what you feel from it
I'll regret so few things But why can't this be an exception

Just cut me up, cut me down
I want to feel my feet on the ground
They don't sell, I don't care at, least not now
Cut me up, cut me now
I only hope my feet get back on the ground
Somebody cut, slovenly cut, cut me