Knives

Cut, cut, cut away the bondages that keep me here

Nothing more than simple existential misery

Cold steel on my warm flesh leaves nothing behind but a jagged wounded memory

True pain is in the fallacy

Of what we've become and lies we breathe

Lines begin to blur between what's in my mind and what's against my flesh

Oh, I've seen it before

A thousand times in fact

Yet every time the end is always the same

Claw and scratch at the walls

But my nails continue to break