Point’s so sharp that it cannot feel
Has two sides. Which one’s real?
Get thrown over and pulled from the school
Break a hand, hands of fools
Should’ve known better in daylight’s burn
Restless depths, of darking yearns
Hushing words from a silver tongue
The restless winds to willing ears
Should have known, living in a storm
You’d act like thunder and shift your form
The knife you, the knife on
Cut me free, let me go
The knife you, the knife on
Cut me deep, send me home
Fighter flash over fever escape
Underwater dream took the bait
Could have been the one that slipped from the hook
But you pull in slow, ever so slow
Left on the island with nowhere to go
Half my mind, burning snow
Burnouts rarely make good flames
But don’t bother playing if you don’t know the game
Should have known, living in a storm
You’d act like thunder and shift your form
The knife you, the knife on
Cut me free, let me go
The knife you, the knife on
Cut me deep, send me home
Silver words compete with the heat
Hardly believe you can stand on your feet
Spent all the time twisting our nuts
When the smoke clears, you clearly forgot
I’m not made of metal and not made of wood
Destined, it seems, to be misunderstood
Cut through me neatly with your fine blade
Flit so fast, a mess was made
Should have known, living in a storm
You’d act like thunder and shift your form
The knife you, the knife on
Cut me free, let me go
The knife you, the knife on
Cut me deep, send me home
The knife you, the knife on
Cut me free, let me go
The knife you, the knife on
Cut me deep, send me home
