Take this blade and feel it's cold sharpness Never dull as it remains heartless Wielded by man and skillfully crafted wounds leave scars so carefully drafted
Trust in it's edge or you will be harmed One slip of the tongue and it will be alarmed Puncture through flesh of those who oppose Drag through skin, now blood expose
O' Knife Divine, take my fresh offer My own abuse and self slaughter Release the pain that's stored in me And give me anger to release unto thee
O' Life design, I am a failure My own demise which I tailor Release all emotion that's stored in me And give me relief, I beg of theeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
