So you see yourself holding the knife

though it seems you're more terrified than the faces you practice at night,

so you can watch your tongue sympathize

We all know it's wrong, but pretend that it's/we're innocent

Get out of the way

You say that you can't move

We'll drag you away to rot in your test tube

Congratulate me just when you need to

So captivating that I rot in place

Innocence fools you

It cuts you into pieces

You try to find a way to live or way to die

The decadence coerces you in zines & books & movies

I know I'm right this time

Get out of the way

You say that you can't move and threaten to stay

Well, chalk up a new bruise

Like a thief in the night

So planned and deliberate

No use for a knife, if you can't hide it'right'

You fall out of photographs and skin up your knees

Pulled under the undertow I'm so sorry you're sorry

We all know it's wrong

(Here we go)

We'll all get along

Get out of the way

It's clear I can't trust you

You gamble with fate

A downfall for refuge

You reciprocate while plotting your next move

It's not fair to complain from miles away'