Let the nectar drain down my wrist
None of us want to exist
I sit around and watch the phone
When you’re in a crowd, you’re most alone.

So I’ll take that knife
I’ll pass it around
Leave a trail of blood
So we can be found
Yes, I’ll take that knife
I’ll pass it around
We all want to be swallowed up
By a hole in the ground.

My carefree smile is a mask
Existing for the simple task
Of hiding my sorrow
With the promise of tomorrow

But I’ll take that knife
I’ll pass it around
Leave a trail of blood
So we can be found
Yes I’ll take that knife
I’ll pass it around
We all want to be swallowed up
By a hole in the ground

When we’re together
We’re apart
Drifting souls
With broken hearts.

Modesty is a chore
Which everybody should ignore
It’s a cut-throat world
But a cut-wrist war

And I’ll take that knife
And I’ll pass it around
We all keep running
But we’re gonna be found

Though I take that knife
And I pass it around
I can’t hide away
In a hole in the ground

It’s a knife
That saved my life
You’ll be an empty space
Gone without a trace
They can’t remember your face

I can’t keep running
I’m gonna be found
I can’t hide forever
In a hole in the ground

Though I see today
I don’t see tomorrow
Maybe there’ll be an end
To my sorrow.
To this conflict in my head.
To the voice that wants me dead.
To the footsteps heading upstairs
To the one for nobody cares
To the standing on the roof top
To the cries that just won’t stop
To the urge to make the final jump
To this neverending slump
In my life
For a knife..
For a knife….

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