Tekster: Conditions. American Castles.

I'm still looking for a way out
A way to tear myself apart, to save my failing
heart
I watch my country fall to pieces
Feel my hands abandon me
My head is
sick with propaganda
So I fill the streets

I will sell my soul, but I dare
not sell my brain
Cause it's all I need to be anyone, anything
I will sell my
soul, but I dare not sell my brain
If you can't see the change in me, then I
will always be the same

Face to face I shed my skin
I push my parallel into
place, to save my family name
Swing low, sweet ambulance come cure me
Hope's
not an inch away from death
I'm tangled deep inside a memory, and it's all
that I have left

I will sell my soul, but I dare not sell my brain
Cause
it's all I need to be anyone, anything
I will sell my soul, but I dare not
sell my brain
If you can't see the change in me, then I will always be the
same

I'll always be the same...

I will sell my soul, but I dare not sell
my brain
Cause it's all I need to be anyone, anything
I will sell my soul,
but I dare not sell my brain
If you can't see the change in me, then I will
always be the same