Look at you, you could cut the tension with a knife This cutlery Silver spoons to mock and woo my Poor simple mind Doesn't have the guidance to survive These fruitless fights Can we just leave it all behind? But who Gave you the right Cutting your severed line The doves will fight To pass the time Evenings Sifting through your convoluted mind You'll never find You could never see your light Could you be loved And is it enough? And is it ever enough To quench your thirst Look at you, I can hardly regonize your smile Is all alright? You've hardly touched your cyanide This appetite Isn't even close to satisfied Your simple mind Overflowing deathly ill advice When you Crossed the line Death can be so unkind Soap will not cleanse So close your eyes