My Life on the Knife Trade

I want to find the water
That will wash this whole damned slate clean...
Break down, Break up...

We sleep in what we create, Right now i'm living so much hate.
Right here my sin's have all been paid to you your friends.
And for your sake, I feel dirty and so depraved.
My knees have bled to hold you here but now I've lost the taste,
For lies force fed as time well spent,

And if another angel says just grin and bear it,
I might be forced to smash his head against the wall and never sin again against myself.
...Or trust in anyone.
Write me off for suffering... It's a joke.
I give up.