I am the bent blade
I cut one at a time
my eyes are open
but you can't reach my mind
temperance faded and
edges serrated
I am the bent blade
I will make you mine
when deep midnight buries day
we are lawless, or so we say
turn your eyes from all the
cries that try to reach you
I am the bent blade
I cut one at a time
naked at birth but
well dressed by demise
ambition's wet gums are
trembling on your neck
I am the bent blade
I will make you mine
when deep midnight buries day
we are lawless, or so we say
when deep midnight buries day
a joy for which I have no name
turn your eyes from all the
cries that try to reach you.