The Knife - Psychosomatic

Look on the left

Look on the right

You won’t see me coming as

I rip right through the night

Cut off your head

Your blood’s on me

Your body’s just another victim

From my sickened disease

Grind on the stone

Sharpened my blade

I’m gonna stick your gut

Leave you at a dump at a parade

Yell hurray for the knife!

Slicing tissue

Piercing right through

Ripping outward from your body

As splashing blood spews

Open trash bags

Filled with some sand

Chuck your ass off the bridge and

Really don’t care where you land

Gleam in the light

Wipe it off right

Hold it up high and wonder why

It tickles inside

Yell hurray for the knife!