hard earned praises, feel often like short termed phases, I've lost more than I've gained and for some reason I never change, my life empty with sorrow, my life selfish and hallow there is no room for knives in my back, there is no reason for you to take it back, cut me open wide for all to see, this is the last you'll ever hear from me praises like an iron to my skull, knowing that I'll never be able to pay this toll, a road I've always driven past, I've gotta turn around and do it fast there is no room for knives in my back, there is no reason for you to take it back, cut me open wide for all to see, this is the last you'll ever hear from me wanting to go and meet God, without being struck by a lightning rod, there isn't too much I can change in this life I'll never rearrange there is no room for knives in my back, there is no reason for you to take it back, cut me open wide for all to see, this is the last you'll ever hear from me
