Knives
No wonder you're disappointed
You spend your days expecting us to care
But the only thing you're offering
Is sharing your despair
Alive or dead
There's no mystery to the road ahead
Still we must play out our lives
Reach for connections in the darkness
We're all blind
Yet we still swing our knives
Are you longing for the touch
Of another sightless soul
Though these transitory nights
Will always take their toll
Alive or dead
There's no mystery to the road ahead
Still we must play out our lives
Reach for connections in the darkness
We're all blind
Yet we still swing our knives
We still swing our knives
We still swing our knives
You spilled your heart into a chalice
Passed it around to sate their thirst
When it returned so dry and hollow
All your hope had been dispersed
I have no answers to your questions
I am just as lost as you
I feel the burden of the absence
Of the mercy we were due
Is it a function of our humanity
That we forever fall apart
As endlessly we play out our lives
Reach for connections in the darkness
We're all blind
Yet we still swing our knives
Alive alive or dead or dead
There's no mystery to the road ahead
Alive alive or dead or dead
There's no mystery to the road ahead
So swing your knife
You spend your days expecting us to care
But the only thing you're offering
Is sharing your despair
Alive or dead
There's no mystery to the road ahead
Still we must play out our lives
Reach for connections in the darkness
We're all blind
Yet we still swing our knives
Are you longing for the touch
Of another sightless soul
Though these transitory nights
Will always take their toll
Alive or dead
There's no mystery to the road ahead
Still we must play out our lives
Reach for connections in the darkness
We're all blind
Yet we still swing our knives
We still swing our knives
We still swing our knives
You spilled your heart into a chalice
Passed it around to sate their thirst
When it returned so dry and hollow
All your hope had been dispersed
I have no answers to your questions
I am just as lost as you
I feel the burden of the absence
Of the mercy we were due
Is it a function of our humanity
That we forever fall apart
As endlessly we play out our lives
Reach for connections in the darkness
We're all blind
Yet we still swing our knives
Alive alive or dead or dead
There's no mystery to the road ahead
Alive alive or dead or dead
There's no mystery to the road ahead
So swing your knife
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Writer(s): Clint Carney
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