Well if knives, knives had names then the last laugh must 
be on us.Gave our gold to the stand up, turns out he was 
the one against us. Left wounded at the side, ruby soaked 
was my shirt. Grovelling until it hurt, ruby soaked was 
my shirt. I carved in your arms to remind you, seeking 
help with no floors too I carved in your arms to remind 
you, seeking help I thought you knew. Faking, it was 
stealing that gave the scene away Today, well today I've 
been mostly negative I'm negative in this stab, in this 
stab like cabaret. Merlot or just wine, was it you drank 
all the time?