Stir with a knife in the back ...
That night I went downstairs to pull out a knife from my back. I buried it inside so long I was bending backwards just to walk. Looking straight; not at me but on my fate. That armored rider wrapping my head into thorns. Licking my blockbuster blood on my head. Whilst I was makeing coffee in the dark. Brewing for two; hopelessley beliving for a bright crossroad carwing out the dark from the shadows of the mind. Like a box filled of darkness. Building a castle in my mind full of trolls screaming. Tick, tock, tick, tock!
That clock again, makeing me crawl again. While I silently screaming. Running backwards. Thinking upside down. Coughin dust, while time comes by to give it´s blessing. Im kissing air and bending backwards screaming. Not today, I pull that knife out of my back. Stareing back in those black eyes!
Im up you son of a bitch! Hit me harder cause this is not the end ..!
That clock again, makeing me crawl again. While I silently screaming. Running backwards. Thinking upside down. Coughin dust, while time comes by to give it´s blessing. Im kissing air and bending backwards screaming. Not today, I pull that knife out of my back. Stareing back in those black eyes!
Im up you son of a bitch! Hit me harder cause this is not the end ..!
