Dance On Knives

Do we really need to try this thing again
From the start I was the player of the game
One of your figures on board
Craving some pain from the lord
Now you're my prey, lamb of God
Look how our tables have turned

I'm still into you, but now I want you dead
The sweetest blood of yours is something I would get

Red on your face - it makes me obsessed
I like when you're bleeding in my embrace
Dancing on knives, the edge of a grave
I like it when you feel the same as me

Wanna let you know that when you look into my eyes
All I see's the empty stare of someone dead
Cos you don't talk to my face I just gotta play - I'm so sick of this
And I've got voices in my head gone fucking mad
I can smell you're plotting a way to see me fucked and lost
Not gonna wait for your hate to hit me on my back
I've dealt with scavengers
Trying to eat on my bowels and shit on my name
I'll trample your soul till you ask forgiveness
You won't forget

Come on come on come on come on - try me out
Hurt me

Stab me stab me stab me, one step behind
Fuck me

Red on your face - it makes me obsessed
I like when you're bleeding in my embrace
Dancing on knives, the edge of a grave
I like it when you feel the same as me

The same as me (you're the same as me)
The same as me (the same as me)