The Knife
You twist the knife
And I’ll take the bullet
You start the fire
And the world burns down for you
Isn’t it right
Or is it a crime
Isn’t it cruel to be so kind
But it’s all an act of love and it leaves you blind
But I’m not here to reason or deny
I’ve buried you in a poverty of time
Sometimes there’s no other way,
to say the things you need to say, at the greatest price,
over a meaningless fight
Didn’t it used to be so fine
But sometimes you need the dark to see the light
You roll the dice,
and I play the fool
You turn the tide,
but the storm steps through your eyes
Isn’t it right
Or is it your pride
Isn’t it cruel to be so kind
But some temptations promise you paradise
But I’m not here to listen or confide
I’ve paid my debt to a world that bleeds you dry
But sometimes there’s no other way
To say the things you need to say, at the greatest price,
or a meaningless fight
Didn’t it used to feel so right
Sometimes you need the dark to see the light