points so sharp that it cannot feel has two sides which ones real net thrown over and pulled from the school wake up in the hands of fools shouldve known better in daylights burn restless depths of darking yearns hushing words from a silver tongue the restless winds to willing ears should have known living in a storm youd act like thunder and shift your form the knife you the knife oh cut me free let me go the knife you the knife oh cut me deep send me home fighter flash over fever escape underwater dreamer took the bait could have been the one that slipped from the hook but you pull me slowly ever so slow left on the island with nowhere to go half my mind burning snow burnouts rarely make good flames but dont bother playing if you dont know the game should have known living in a storm youd act like thunder and shift your form the knife you the knife oh cut me free let me go the knife you the knife oh cut me deep send me home silver words compete with the heat i hardly believe you can stand on your feet spent all the time twisting our nuts when the smoke clears you clearly forgot im not made of metal and im not made of wood destined it seems to be misunderstood cut through me neatly with your fine blade flit so fast a mess was made should have known living in a storm youd act like thunder and shift your form the knife you the knife oh cut me free let me go the knife you the knife oh cut me deep send me home