The Rhythm of the Knife

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Heaven
It's an unforgiving place
Mostly it just seems pretty sad
A cigarette, rips in all my jeans, the outsiders beside me
Causing fights doesn't make us feel bad
I'm walking the rails, taking bets with my life
I'm lost
Caught up in the rhythm of the knife

Greasers are dancing
Quick blades in the dark
I seem to be standing on a cloud of grass
Long hair is sweating
It hangs in my eyes
Rumbling with knives and chains and glass
What a dumbass
Hatred
Flowing hot throughout my veins
My leather jacket has been splashed with blood
I get texts to skip my class and sell some baggies
I can't escape
This overwhelming flood
I'm dying inside as I hide from the light
I'm gone
Caught up in the rhythm of the knife

I'm gone
Twisting to the rhythm of the knife
It's killing me
Caught in the rhythm of the knife
Slowly draining my life

Caught in the friction
I can't save me
This is crazy
I'm in deep
I sleep on a bed of nails
Now I'm caught up in the fast lane
I'm trapped in the violence
So lost
And broken
Such a burnout
I'm falling
Unclean
I can't plead lately
I'm lost in the rhythm

Heaven
It's an unforgiving place
Mostly it just seems pretty sad
A cigarette, rips in all my jeans, the outsiders beside me
Causing fights doesn't make us feel bad
I'm walking the rails, taking bets with my life
I'm lost
Caught up in the rhythm of the knife

Bleeding
Cuts come out of thin air
And they're scarring up my flesh
With drugs, guns, and knives, making money is just a side quest
And I don't care if I'm a fucking mess
And I spend my time hitting up with the pipe
Dumb kid
Caught up in the rhythm of the knife

Greasers are bleeding
With screams in the night
Living on the edge, always about to fall
So many problems
But I never share
I just leave them crawling on the walls
As the night calls
I'm crazy
Barely even human
I do things you'd never understand
I sell all the weed I can so I can do coke
I can't escape
The rhythm's my delight
I try to survive on these frightening heights
Too late
Caught up in the rhythm of the knife

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