Stumbling thumbs I'm numb
Eat out the hearts that don't know me
Its a sick run to the heart
So be easy in your judgement
Sick from sin craving love
You can't blame a dark lost soul

but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."

You could hang the moon for them
but they would just tell you it was crooked