Through Silence 100 Knives
From such a early age we are instilled in beautyIn
silence we sleep
And step through pious ties
I'm still up to my f..cking eyes (in you)
Can we sing this fragile rhyme?
Over and over
If it still feels good let's die another time together
Hand in hand
We still see sense in sighing all the while
We held 100 knives
(to prove that this was adoration)
Because we felt 100 knives
(to prove you were my adoration)
How many times have you bled conscience?
And dishonesty in these tears
In these few pieces of you that I hold on tight to
To remind me
To preserve this
To never let me forget what brought me here
Because I am so thankful of uneventful grace
And partides drawn in the sand
To prove you still care
While I lie in her tide
Like longing long lost forgotten
