The Tell Tale Heart - Strangers to Wolves

I have looked at death straight

Into the eyes and I have told it that I

Will not give it the slightest time.

To consume me and refute me,

I’ve been teetering on edge

Of what to say and what to scream

At all the voices in my head.

Woah

I don’t understand my behavior,

This knife is my savior.

My only wish is to be heard.

(Why can’t you just understand?)

Woah

I just don’t care anymore and

I’ll settle the score with myself,

Mabye one day I’ll be heard.

(I hope that you will hear.)

I have looked at death straight

Into the eyes and I have told it that I

Will not give it the slightest time.

To consume me and refute me,

I’ve been teetering on edge

Of what to say and what to scream

At all the voices in my head.

So just know,

That I’ll never understand why

People pry and try to get the

Deepest cuts they can bring to the surface,

Is it worth it, to become

The beast inside and to make

A man into a mouse and make him

Want to say goodbye.