going up and coming down
scratch away away away
it's all the little things that kill
tearin' at my brain again
oh the little things that kill
tearin' at my brain again
oh the little little little little...
little little little little
--
breathe in breathe out x 2
breathe in
tied to a wheel, my fingers got to feel
{bleeding through, it's ok to smile}
spin on a whim i slide to the right
i felt you like electric light
for our love, for our fear
for our rise against the years and years and years
got a machinehead better than the rest
green to red, machinehead
