So you see yourself holding the knife though it seems you're more terrified than the faces you practice at night, so you can watch your tongue sympathize We all know it's wrong, but pretend that it's/we're innocent Get out of the way You say that you can't move We'll drag you away to rot in your test tube Congratulate me just when you need to So captivating that I rot in place Innocence fools you It cuts you into pieces You try to find a way to live or way to die The decadence coerces you in zines & books & movies I know I'm right this time Get out of the way You say that you can't move and threaten to stay Well, chalk up a new bruise Like a thief in the night So planned and deliberate No use for a knife, if you can't hide it'right' You fall out of photographs and skin up your knees Pulled under the undertow I'm so sorry you're sorry We all know it's wrong (Here we go) We'll all get along Get out of the way It's clear I can't trust you You gamble with fate A downfall for refuge You reciprocate while plotting your next move It's not fair to complain from miles away'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
