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

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