I have myself a silver blade The edges sharp, the handle bone A little thing of silver made Now it's the only thing I own Once I knew a lordling fine I heard him whistle as he rode And I was bold to call him mine The shoes upon his horse were gold One

Am I breathing underwater? Is this my life? I'm the blade You're the knife I'm the weight You're the kite I can see the end But it hasn't happened yet They were right when they said

Freak magnet Straitjacket Pushin' back at you Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak

Words cut like blades to the skin We are who we are From beginning to end How must you feel up there So exalted, it's like a hardy attitude Know ones inferior To your ones words within the script After it's so you have a footing To thoughts you do not

Need a little time to wake up wake up What's the story morning glory? Need a little time to wake up All your dreams are made When you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade Today's the day that all the world will see Another sunny afternoon Walking

'Cause you're under the blade, ohh You're under the blade A glint of steel, a flash of light You know you're not going home tonight Be it jack or switch, doctor's or mind You can't escape From the bed you've made When your time has come You'll accept the

Am I breathing underwater? Is this my life? I'm the blade You're the knife I'm the weight You're the kite I can see the end But it hasn't happened yet They were right when they said

Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me) Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy Now it's

You wonder why you make girls cry You went straight for the knife And I prepared to die Your blade it shines Looked me straight in the eye You turned the gas on high Held the flame alight You wonder why I'm scared of fire

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn