Don't you feel it slipping through your fingers?

Don't you feel it when the knife is turning through you? Through you?

Don't you feel it slipping through your fingers

Don't you feel it when the knife is turning through you



Through you. I feel it from you

I feel it through you.

So cruel to the one who fails the garrison.



When all of the fingers have been pointed.

When all in agreence house their notions



When all of the fingers have been pointed

My sin is not a sin but a different goal.

when all of the fingers have been pointed

You will still blame someone for conflicting the goal.



Who are you to critise or even judge me

When all that you know is false.



The man who bears his soul for his lung lumber

Reach out and fall