The Knife and the Dying Dream Lyrics

I'm a bridge torcher

A tortured performer

A victim of abuse who is shorter when cornered

If there's one thing I know, it's that I'm never enough, but

I've got a knife in my hand and a dying dream

Oh, yes, I've got a knife in my hand and a dying dream

God in Heaven

I need divine intervention

To escape this detention

At least divert my attention

I've got the right intentions

I'm just sick

Yeah, I'm sick in the head

And every morning I wake up

I curse and I wish I was dead

Everything I touch (everything I touch)

It turns to rust (it turns to rust)

And everything I love crumbles to dust

I've got a knife in my hand and a dying dream (Do it)

I will die on my own terms or I will not die at all

You were absent during the climb

And now you've come to watch me fall

I've lived a life of suffering

I seek only peace

I'll die a death of sweet relief

But only if you let me

God in Heaven

I need divine intervention

To escape this detention

At least divert my attention

I swear I've got the right intentions

I'm just sick

Oh, yes, I'm sick in the head

And every night when I lay down to sleep

Oh, I wish I was dead

I've got a knife in my hand and a dying dream

I drag the blade vertically

There will be no resuscitating me