The Knife In Me

With the knife

With the knife (With the knife)

With the knife (With the knife)

Yeah

No matter which way you slice

So precise with the knife

You cut me clean (You cut me clean)

Cut me

You can watch me bleed

You cut me

And I'm lucky 'cause it's deep

Baby, please

Cut me clean

Everything's crumbling

Destroy everything

Everything

Is destroyed upon contact

You don't treasure anything

Nothing's sacred

And that's so sad

That's so sad

That's so sad that you twist the knife in me

And you stab with great delight and glee

That's so sad

Lost control

I was reckless, spilled the plate on which I eat

There goes my china

Precious china

Ground the bone down

Fired up the kiln

I pray to Jesus

I get my daily fill

Lord, can you lift me from the depths of my free will?