P.o.s. - The k** In Me lyrics

I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet No speakin', speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom With steps, amp up with cold hate, where the knife is decapitated You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand And honestly, my nerves are shot again So please be a doll and rest your head In my hands You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand And honestly my nerves are shot again Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck In my hands In my hand In my hand is this blade, was a gift And I never wanna give it back, it's a slave to my fist A little bit to help it to relax, I'm amazed it'll stay sharp forever And if I take real good care of this sh**, it won't go away In my playhouse, I lay foundation But I think it was a little much, not enough coupons cut But I hold of a lost trust and I'm dazed I could play it smart forever, just wasn't down for whatever You know, that sh** went away, but I'll act tough I walk tall and c-c-carry a big bag of wrenches And if you call, I'll play mechanic, fake till I fix it Sick as an -ism, stickin' to this, holdin' due to the shape All I got is the cold curve of that blade, so I'm sunburnt That should tell you what's what, I got nicked I'm pressin' just to keep the blood in the cut Fade to black like a hemophiliac, fully afflicted Sick of your... snap, the k-k-k**in' is in me You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand And honestly, my nerves are shot again So please be a doll and rest your head In my hands You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand And honestly my nerves are shot again Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck In my hands And it's gone, wash your hands of this And I know you never lookin' back, don't just stand there, just And it's strange, I could accept it, but check it See, I'm just happy with a piece of you And I'm sane in the brain, truth is I'm simmerin' here Steady lookin' for a bit of hope and I hope that you get it When I'm steady comin' for your throat and it's strange See it's been dormant and docile But if you poke a pet too much too long That sh**'ll turn hostile I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet No speakin', speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom, With steps, amp up with cold hate, where the knife is decapitated I'm lookin' to follow Back with the light I'm lookin' to follow The blood will feed the love Tucked away in a heart snapped and stripped of it's guard Tucked away in a hole carefully picked in the yard Sinfully slippin through shades, lickin cries and snivellin' Something so significant dies, who's the beast? Who bears the burden? Dirt, prepare for your feast If wary eyes, could sight for sore No there'd be nothin' to see (nuh-uh) Adapt adjust to maladjusted to me Under dirt and over concrete, tonight we sleep like angels You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand And honestly, my nerves are shot again So please be a doll and rest your head In my hands You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand And honestly my nerves are shot again Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck In my hands