Premonitions of You - Year Of The Knife

How long will this last

I gotta know

What would I say

If I saw you again

Living with this embarrassment

How long will this last

I gotta know

What would I say

I hold these premonitions of you

You keep killing yourself

No matter where you run

You’re the problem

The problems from within

And you have to solve them

We’re all burdens to somebody

But you aren’t to me

Sometimes I wish to be dead

Because you feel dead, dead to me

From your hands

Every bridge has burned

From your hands

Every back has turned

From your hands

I’ve grit my teeth

From your hands

You’ll beat this

I blindly believe

I hold these premonitions of you

You keep killing yourself

No matter where you run

You’re the problem

The problems from within

You gotta solve them

You can’t keep killing yourself

We’re all burdens to somebody

But you aren’t to me

Sometimes I wish to be dead

Because you feel dead, Dead to me

How long will this last

I gotta know