Contemplating your hands for hours Hoping to get some answers from your palms You're your own biggest mystery Unable to read the manual This heart beats too fast In your dreams buildings collapse The dogs bark every night The moon is always full When sharpening your knife When sharpening your knife Standing at the same crossroads You face the same dilemma In the torture chamber of your skull You can't tell right from wrong In the torture chamber of your skull You can't tell right from Open the door to a stranger And find out that the stranger indeed has a knife Indeed has a knife No bread crumbs on the ground How can you find your way? How can you find your way back home? Your words cut like a sword Cry for the ones you love In your sleep you cry for the ones you love