Romancing the Blade

I want to see inside your skin

I want the stories behind the scars

I want to touch the pain you feel

while it boils inside your heart

When the world is too dull to look upon

and the conformists rule the day

I'll be the blade in your hands

and we'll slice it all away.

Because tears aren't enough for me

and good knives need good twists

We could streak the world in better shades

black tears and crimson wrists

I want to see inside your head

I want the tragedies in your mind

I want to taste your salty tears

while they wait inside your eyes

We can carve our lives in the shape of smiles

we can even kill some dreams

Hold a knife to destiny's throat

and make a wish every time she screams

But if I'm not sharp enough for you

and forever is just a masquerade

Make the decision to let me go

with the incision of another blade.