| Cutting Press that steel into my skin. Feel the biting, bitter blade... Drops of crimson shining bright In the darkness that you made. Twist my conscience once again. Make me hungry for my pain. You set yourself up for the guilt when you leave torture on my brain. Mothers don't love ugly babies. Husbands don't love ugly wives. God can't stand his crying children. Punish all your tears with knives. You can't fix your filthy faces. You're only equal when you're dead. You're searching for your last salvation... The blood you crave. The blood you shed. And if I'm hanging in your gallows In the noose that your hands tied, And I'm cursing you with passion, Know I'm loving you inside. You can't say I never warned you. And you can't say I never tried. Because the red runs fast as teardrops And you stood watching as I cried. Move your pawns across the chessboard. Play your games and waste your lives. God can't stand his crying children. Punish all your tears with knives. |