Could it be, the things I need. These eyes, they bleed, for you. It's in my hands, the sky So bright its burning it's for me To decide...in flames The black hole, forever mine, I need the fear to push me out. Oh be brave, show me faith, Should I feel

So knives out I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my mouth Squash his head Put him in the pot I'm not coming back Don't look down