My gun is live Blindsided I lost track Poising the edge The straw that breaks the camel’s back My knife is ground The last mirror you’ll see You’ve aground But I will never set you free
(Your gun is live) Blindsided I lost track (Poising the edge) The straw that breaks the camel’s back (Your knife is ground) The last mirror you’ll see (I’ve aground) But I will never set you free
Death doesn’t kill you but I do We don’t believe in fate Death doesn’t kill you but I do No fate but what we make
My theeth are sharp Needleshaped and sly I suck all your blood I spit it out and pump you dry My knuckles are white Before I set your bones I’m not free from sin But I am casting the first stone
(You theeth are sharp) Needleshaped and sly (You suck all my blood) I spit it out and pump you dry (Your knuckles are white) Before I set your bones (You’re not free from sin) But I am casting the first stone