My Pulse to Ponder

Not since I was four has it been safe The horizon line was curved and hard to chase I found a blade and I sharpened it way close So it glistened in the moon when I cut your throat You'll stay awake Do as you're told You'll stay awake Sleep won't take hold All the batshits throughout history look up You know the letter box is never full enough When the newsprint's chopped into a ransom note They should duly pay it mind or I'll cut your throat.