Remember when you slipped in your first knife
Remember all the blood in the brilliant night
You were a soul, stuck in a hole
Looking for a way you could get out
You didn't know that you'd want more
Now think of all the bodies buried beneath the floor
You were a hand, stuck in a plan
Think of all the ways that you got out
Are you taking a walk on a summer's eve
Through a lonely park in dark
The lonely dark
Think of all the lives that you could take
Think of all the people and the smiles they fake
They're all liars, scared and alone
Think of all the ways that they could break
Are you taking a walk on a summer's eve
Through a lonely park in dark
The lonely dark
Tell me that you heard every word that I said
I must be a liar when you look in my eyes
Tell me I'm alive on a Saturday night
Tell me that you're mine on a Sunday morning
Are you gone, why aren't you snoring
Think of all the eyes that you have seen
Coming alive then falling asleep
You are mad, stuck in a cruel land
Think of all the ways that you could leave
Don't stick the knife in yet my friend
It isn't quite yet the end
Don't stick the knife in yet my friend
It isn't quite yet the end
Don't stick the knife in yet my friend
It isn't quite yet the end
Don't stick the knife in yet my friend
It isn't quite yet the end