No wonder you're disappointed You spend your days expecting us to care But the only thing you're offering Is sharing your despair Alive or dead There's no mystery to the road ahead Still we must play out our lives Reach for connections in the darkness We're all blind Yet we still swing our knives Are you longing for the touch Of another sightless soul Though these transitory nights Will always take their toll Alive or dead There's no mystery to the road ahead Still we must play out our lives Reach for connections in the darkness We're all blind Yet we still swing our knives We still swing our knives We still swing our knives You spilled your heart into a chalice Passed it around to sate their thirst When it returned so dry and hollow All your hope had been dispersed I have no answers to your questions I am just as lost as you I feel the burden of the absence Of the mercy we were due Is it a function of our humanity That we forever fall apart As endlessly we play out our lives Reach for connections in the darkness We're all blind Yet we still swing our knives Alive alive or dead or dead There's no mystery to the road ahead Alive alive or dead or dead There's no mystery to the road ahead So swing your knife