Lost my fingers when I found my fist Flashing hazards, stuck on safety pins Eyes wide and wasting wish bones broken in I want it all but everything won't fit Cut through the noises we know Killing our darlings We've got a choice to make Safe at the end of our rope Missing our calling Rush to the razor blades Empty boxes squeezing us to death Haunted crosses breathing down our necks Cut through the noises we know Killing our darlings We've got a choice to make Safe at the end of our rope Missing our calling Rush to the razor blades A thousand cuts have the last laugh I'm a mountain, you can't pass me up Cut through the noises we know Killing our darlings We've got a choice to make Safe at the end of our rope Missing our calling Rush to the razor blades