• This blade,
    this knife,
    this instrument of death
    and yet, in the right hands, the instrument of life,
    This blade,
    a deranged mind's play thing?
    Or, a surgeons paintbrush?
    This blade,
    will it bring death?
    will it bring life?
    This blade,
    deeper and deeper it goes,
    deeper and deeper it goes,
    This blade,
    will it kill you?
    will it save you?
    This blade,
    only I know,
    I don't know
    This blade,
    deeper and deeper it goes,
    deeper and deeper it goes,
    the blood flows as life comes to a grinding hault
    the blood flows, it's not my fault
    This blade,
    when will I stop?
    I will never stop.
    This blade,
    deeper and deeper it goes,
    deeper and deeper it goes,
    Do I want to stop? No
    Do I want to stop? No
    This blade,
    Can I stop? NO
    Can I stop? no
    This blade,
    the blade is now turned towards you.
    The blade is aimed at me
    This blade,
    Never thought it would happen to you, did you?
    Why is this happening to me?
    This blade,
    What used to be your tool of life.
    What is now the tool of death.
    This blade,
    your blood, flows more and more,
    I can no longer breathe no more.
    This blade,
    deeper and deeper it goes...
    Why are you not talking to me anymore?