If this knife is a filler for my love,
whats the filler for the cuts and scars?
Is it loneliness?
Or is it friendship?
Am I alive?
This gap of reality’s old and grey,
so I cut it apart, then threw it away.
Was it wasted?
or was it selfish?
Am I alive?
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
Or is this pity?
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
I am guilty.
Am I alive? Am I alive? Will I lie?
No, no not at all.
No, no not at all.
I have seen it turn to dust,
then floating through the wind.
But still it runs through my veins now,
again and again.
Theres blood on the ground.
Hearts made out of stone.
Lies under our skin.
Everyone of us.
We kill ourselves.
Then we kill our friends.
We lose everything.
One of us is falling down and falling apart.
I should have realized now from the start.
One of us is falling down and falling apart.
I should have realized now from the start.
I have seen it turn to dust,
then floating through the wind.
But still it runs through my veins now,
again and again.
Will, you, help me now?
Or do it again?
You better watch you back now,
I will cut you up.
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
Or is this pity?
Am I alive? Am I alive? Am I alive?
I am guilty.
Am I alive? Am I alive? Will I lie?
No, no not at all.
No, no not at all.
I have seen it turn to dust,
then floating through the wind.
But still it runs through my veins now,
again and again.
