Pass the Knife

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress

Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress

(Bop, bop)

Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress

Na-na-na-na-na-na (Bop, bop) na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress

Na-na-na-na-na-na (Bop, bop) na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Bop, bop)

Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress

Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress

Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress

Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress

Pass the knife, I'ma take a life

Seems I'm on a bad one every night

More attention to the light

Burnin' up at the very touch, runaway train

I perform the ritual, take away all the pain

Free you from this life, from my hands, I release you

But the end is what you pray for more than women to appease you

Another chapter starts and more darkness fills the ages

And another stage is set for many names upon the pages

I can sing you all the lullaby and nullify the threat to me

Then disappear, no one knows my whereabouts presently

Blend in with the masses, now I'm fittin' in society

Hide behind the mask, overwhelmed by the anxiety

In the middle of the street and I got me a pistol

If you wanna see more, all I gotta do is whistle

Ah, shit, now you lookin' at a bloodbath

But queued motherfucker is the one who had to have that

Hit the floor, better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better, better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better, better, better hit the floor when you hear the sound

Better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better hit the floor when you hear the sound

Rollin' stone, everywhere I go, I can call it home

I've adapted to the elements to set the tone

Set the bar high, stars in your eyes

Far as I can see, I can see those little scars that you hide

You wanted to ride by, this is only the beginning

'Cause the ghost is in the shadow and his patience slowly endin'

Sweat's drippin' down my face as I'm waitin' for the moment

When the metal's flyin' blind, there's no chances for atonement

It's my life and I own it, ace up my sleeve and I've shown it

I have the skill to survive, all my life I didn't own it

I'm the one you should look to if your enemy shook you

I have the skill if you need it, my name, don't even compete it

In the middle of the street and I got me a pistol

If you wanna see more, all I gotta do is whistle

Ah, shit, now you lookin' at a bloodbath

But queued motherfucker is the one who had to have that

Hit the floor, better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better, better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor

Better hit the floor when you hear the sound