The things I need.
I'll crawl through knives
An inch per tear.
These knees, they bleed for you.
Let the colour persuade the hate
That you fear."
Crawling Through Knives
"Sure it would change my perspective
I'm certain I would change today
I'm certain it would change our ways
Would things fall into place?
I want you to lead me
Take me somewhere
Just don't want to live
In a dream one more day"
"How come it's possible
I wish there was a way
(Suddenly) I feel so invinsible
I'm the sculpture made out of clay
I need someone to break the silence
before it all falls apart
I need something to cling onto
before I break you in parts"
"Am I forced to have any regret
I've become the lie, Beautiful and free
In my righteous own mind
I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for sympathy, The misery that is me
And so I hear my voice again