I'm a bridge torcher A tortured performer A victim of abuse who is shorter when cornered If there's one thing I know, it's that I'm never enough, but... I've got a knife in my hand and a dying dream Oh, yes, I've got a knife in my hand and a dying dream God in Heaven I need divine intervention To escape this detention At least divert my attention I've got the right intentions I'm just sick Yeah, I'm sick in the head And every morning I wake up I curse and I wish I was dead Everything I touch, it turns to rust And everything I love crumbles to dust I've got a knife in my hand and a dying dream (Do it) I will die on my own terms or I will not die at all You were absent during the climb And now you've come to watch me fall I've lived a life of suffering I seek only peace I'll die a death of sweet relief But only if you'll let me God in Heaven I need divine intervention To escape this detention Can't you divert my attention? I swear I've got the right intentions I'm just sick Oh, yes, I'm sick in the head And every night when I lay down to sleep Oh, I wish I was dead I've got a knife in my hand and a dying dream I drag the blade vertically There will be no resuscitating me