Kissing the Knife

Oh where you are from

You think it's better than here

But you are wrong

Maybe I'm not being clear

All games that start in the night

End at the edge of a cliff

And you won't even fight

But bruise and withdraw like a fist

Crawling around on you knees

And you think you're first

The blade of the beast

Is a mighty fine spirit to host

All you dreams are sold

You and your counterfeit life

You won't be told

But you're just kissing the knife

Oh where you are from

I'm not surprised that you're ill

It's been too long

To ever find God in a pill

All dreams that start with a blade

End with a noose round your wrist

And you always betrayed you heart

With a cold blooded kiss

Baby that's one thing

I've got that you'll never have

Baby that's one thing I've got

All your dreams are sold

You and your counterfeit life

You won't be told

But you're just kissing the knife