(Three knives upright, and upside-)
Down poised on her fingertips
Three nights in a row, and each time
Draws blood like an artisan
A red thread turns into a faucet
And it collects like a connoisseur
This is not a threat, it's a promise
Honest, modest in the back of the morgue
Does the sound of
Your voice hurt you?
Does it make you want to
Taste the blood, the blood, the blood?
One more time
Yeah, hold me 'til it hurts and say good night
(She said, she said, she said)
I feel the knife
The silence is your favorite lullaby
Bye-bye on a fine-lined notepad
Stuck back on her bedroom door
A far cry from a cry for help but
All the signs still go ignored
Try to cover up the cuts and bruises on the back of your neck
Like you've never done this before
Tallies on her wrist, count down 'til her blood drips
And bleeds out on the bathroom floor
One more time
Yeah, hold me 'til it hurts and say good night
(She said, she said, she said)
I feel the knife
The silence is your favorite lullaby
One more time
Yeah, hold me 'til it hurts and say good night
(She said, she said)
I feel the knife
The silence is your favorite lullaby
Does the sound of
Your voice hurt you?
Does it make you want to
Taste the blood, the blood, the blood
Taste the blood, the blood, the blood
One more time
Yeah, hold me 'til it hurts and say good night
(She said, she said, she said)
I feel the knife
The silence is your favorite lullaby
One more time
Yeah, hold me 'til it hurts and say good night
(She said, she said)
I feel the knife
The silence is your favorite lullaby
