My Knife, Your Throat

And the picture frames are facing down

I'm running from the truth

Distorted images of you

And you insist that you were right

But the facts show you were wrong

I'm holding my ground

You think this is some sort of game

And you need to get your story straight right now, this time

There's got to be a better way

You hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time.

And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts

To you I can't describe and you're always on my mind

So I'll pretend I'm content now,

but I'm miserable this life

And the end is on its way

You think this is some sort of game

And you need to get your story straight right now, this time

There's got to be a better way

You hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time.

This is my sanctuary

If you want my trust just tell me

I can't solve the problem when there's nothing wrong

This starts a brand new morning

Wake up to hear the warning

We can't ignore it when it's been so long

Throw open windows and the doors

I'll give my best, you'll ask for more

What we put together you'll just pull apart

I raise my voice you still don't hear

It's becoming harder to stay sincere

Can't put behind us what we never left

What we never left

What we never left

My knife, your throat... (6x)

You just lie.

Step away, right back, before I...

Lie to me.

I bleed and I blister.

This is all your fault, you know.

Why do you just lie?

It's tempting to just make you bleed, show you.

Show you what it's like.