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Knife To Paper
Putting Pen To Paper
Like Holding Knife To Throat
Because I know
Once The Surface Is
Scathed
Everything Is Going To Spill Out
So I Lay My Tools Aside
And Make My Appearance At Sunday Service
Where I Start To Dance Drunkenly
And Invite Others To Join Me In The Ring
Swaying
Spinning
And Screaming,
"Samsara."
Then We Bow
Bowing Before False Prophets
That Whip Our Arched Backs
So When We Rise
We Cry Out
"Heal Us."
"Forgive Us."
Forgive Me
For I Have Sinned Against Myself
For Giving A Shit
About Petty Flesh Wounds
When I Know All Too Damn Well
How It Feels To Be Impaled Through and Through
And Have The Blade Twisted
So Lash Me One More Damn Time
While I'm Still On My Knees
Get It Out Of Your System
Before I Stand Up.
Like Holding Knife To Throat
Because I know
Once The Surface Is
Scathed
Everything Is Going To Spill Out
So I Lay My Tools Aside
And Make My Appearance At Sunday Service
Where I Start To Dance Drunkenly
And Invite Others To Join Me In The Ring
Swaying
Spinning
And Screaming,
"Samsara."
Then We Bow
Bowing Before False Prophets
That Whip Our Arched Backs
So When We Rise
We Cry Out
"Heal Us."
"Forgive Us."
Forgive Me
For I Have Sinned Against Myself
For Giving A Shit
About Petty Flesh Wounds
When I Know All Too Damn Well
How It Feels To Be Impaled Through and Through
And Have The Blade Twisted
So Lash Me One More Damn Time
While I'm Still On My Knees
Get It Out Of Your System
Before I Stand Up.
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