Contemplating your hands for hours
Hoping to get some answers from your palms
You're your own biggest mystery
Unable to read the manual
This heart beats too fast
In your dreams buildings collapse
The dogs bark every night
The moon is always full
When sharpening your knife
When sharpening your knife
Standing at the same crossroads
You face the same dilemma
In the torture chamber of your skull
You can't tell right from wrong
In the torture chamber of your skull
You can't tell right from
Open the door to a stranger
And find out that the stranger indeed has a knife
Indeed has a knife
No bread crumbs on the ground
How can you find your way?
How can you find your way back home?
Your words cut like a sword
Cry for the ones you love
In your sleep you cry for the ones you love
