More and More Hands

Knives they drop like rain And coat the sky, knives Shameful growing thunder Swarming overhead Forced to love and suffer Painted up in dread Offer up my body as a canvas for the bleed Drag me towards the cutter and bend me at the knees Caress the scene Through God's loving eyes Mother of discontent Haven't heard from her lately Desperate for your intent Longing for your resentment Hanging on my mind Like they know something 'bout me Broken and numb again but I like it Waiting and wanting and begging for more I'm putting on a show for all to see Give me open wounds to share Turns me on to feel the skin Open up and stare in the face of God Ripping out of the sky Throwing knives at my soul Ripping out of the sky I've grown so used to the cold Hanging on my mind Like they know something 'bout me Broken and numb again but I like it And I want to know why it never feels like it's ending Broken and numb again but I like it Just give me new wounds to share Don't let me down Reject the common nature How I love to feel the blade Oh, they punish my behavior A thousand times a day Over and over and over Over and over and over Over and over and over Over and over and over Knives They rain knives They rain