With a Blade of a Knife - Nightrage

A tragedy wedged into an innocent mind

Trying to find the answer — why they all stood blind?

With surgical precision they abort all hope

In lack of intervention they hand you the rope

Underneath the surface of pale unspoiled skin

Dwells the human waste deep within

Under the impression of living a life

Searching for an answer with the blade of a knife

Repressed memories of a life you should know

Buried with your ruined soul, burnt not long ago

This mental incision, infected by their filth

With maculate intentions they violate what you have built

Underneath the surface of pale unspoiled skin

Dwells the human waste deep within

Under the impression of living a life

Searching for an answer with the blade of a knife