Knives

No wonder you're disappointed
 You spend your days expecting us to care
 But the only thing you're offering
 Is sharing your despair
 Alive or dead
 There's no mystery to the road ahead
 Still we must play out our lives
 Reach for connections in the darkness
 We're all blind
 Yet we still swing our knives
 Are you longing for the touch
 Of another sightless soul
 Though these transitory nights
 Will always take their toll
 Alive or dead
 There's no mystery to the road ahead
 Still we must play out our lives
 Reach for connections in the darkness
 We're all blind
 Yet we still swing our knives
 We still swing our knives
 We still swing our knives
 You spilled your heart into a chalice
 Passed it around to sate their thirst
 When it returned so dry and hollow
 All your hope had been dispersed
 I have no answers to your questions
 I am just as lost as you
 I feel the burden of the absence
 Of the mercy we were due
 Is it a function of our humanity
 That we forever fall apart
 As endlessly we play out our lives
 Reach for connections in the darkness
 We're all blind
 Yet we still swing our knives
 Alive alive or dead or dead
 There's no mystery to the road ahead
 Alive alive or dead or dead
 There's no mystery to the road ahead
 So swing your knife