We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back. 

It came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives. 



Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other, 

This is between me and this blade, and my heart. 

Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters, 

With a directional diagram of a guilty heart. 

"Insert knife here." 

Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic. 

Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart. 

With our eyes rolled back.