When the knives are out
Dreams mix up with blood
And anger becomes tears
When the knives are out
The silence gives the truth
The right to shout up.
When the knives are out…
And I’m still here talking
Haven’t you already kill me?
Take out the blade
Make the suffers be safe
Put in
Put in
Pull me in.
When the knives are out
You try to get your best part
Get the chance, she’s laying down.
When the knives are out
Some think of revolution
Other of mystical revelations
When the knives are out
You got to fight
And die for God design.
Fuck, here the knives are out
Grab the money
Grab the money & Run
Take out the blade
Make the suffers be safe
Put in
Put in
Pull me in
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