My Life In the Knife Trade

How many times have I noticed that our eyes hardly ever meet?

From your judgment seat, I can feel the anger for my very being

Fill me in on when you became such a big part of my life

That I should bother with all your lies designed to bring me down

Wrong again, don't depend on any reaction again

I remember the icy walls that shot up from nowhere

And I can see every lie you've ever told yourself

You bleed me dry and I don't ask why, but I'm left with the dust

Judas kiss, I dismiss, thank you all for this, I am untouched, I am

Wait again, not through with the screaming

I contend that you've got nothing better to do

I'd trade my life for a barrel of gold

Find someone else before I get too old

If I live my life for aesthetic gain

Will you repay me with all your shame?

I can see every light inside your brain

Go on every time that I walk by for nods and whispers

Your comfort in my suffering is no longer disturbing

I'm lost behind your petty stopwatch in life's real time, life's real

Wait again, not through with the screaming

I contend that you've got nothing better to do

I'd trade my life for a barrel of gold

Find someone else before I get too old

If I live my life for aesthetic gain

Will you repay me with all your shame?

Don't get up, I was only leaving the room

When the door of your judgment swings back around again

Maybe I'll stop to watch your act, I'll go on my way

I've seen quite enough of too many childish games

I'm ashamed of every moment

That I ever gave them the time of day

All the worst enemies

Are somehow always friends that used to be