My Knife, Your Throat

Scary Kids Scaring Kids

And the picture frames are facing down 
I'm running from the truth 
Distorted images of you 
And you insist that you were right 
But the facts show you were wrong 
I'm holding my ground 

You think this is some sort of game 
And you need to get your story straight right now, this time 
There's got to be a better way 
You hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time. 

And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts 
To you I can't describe and you're always on my mind 
So I'll pretend I'm content now, 
but I'm miserable this life
And the end is on its way 

You think this is some sort of game 
And you need to get your story straight right now, this time 
There's got to be a better way 
You hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time.

This is my sanctuary 
If you want my trust just tell me 
I can't solve the problem when there's nothing wrong 
This starts a brand new morning 
Wake up to hear the warning 
We can't ignore it when it's been so long 
Throw open windows and the doors 
I'll give my best, you'll ask for more 
What we put together you'll just pull apart 
I raise my voice you still don't hear 
It's becoming harder to stay sincere 
Can't put behind us what we never left 
What we never left
What we never left

My knife, your throat... (6x)

You just lie.
Step away, right back, before I...
Lie to me.
I bleed and I blister.
This is all your fault, you know.
Why do you just lie?
It's tempting to just make you bleed, show you.
Show you what it's like.