Bullet for My Valentine - Knives

Let the madness begin Living with snakes, feeding the hate, kill or betrayal Shedding the skin, bitter within, cower with shame Venomous tongue back in the lungs, kissing the pain Kissing the pain, with constant pushing, provoking reactions Bring out the knives to cut and divide Another scar for memories Bring out the knives to cut and divide Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire Digging a hole, bury the trust, lay it to rest Swallow the dirt, breathe in the dust, savour the taste Hammer the nails, nothing to say, walking away Walking away, from constant screaming, provoking this madness Bring out the knives to cut and divide Another scar for memories Bring out the knives to cut and divide Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire Bring out the knives to cut and divide Another scar for memories Bring out the knives to cut and divide Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire You keep on digging your own graves And you just focus on the pain Oh! So keep on digging your own graves I see the panic, it's sickening You're not a saint, not a slave Now just focus on the pain I hear the voices, they're calling To sever, forever, insanity You're not a saint, you're a slave Breaking apart, torn at the seams, sanity fails Tread by the edge, pushed into hell, never again Never again, constant pushing, provoking reactions Bring out the knives to cut and divide Another scar for memories Bring out the knives to cut and divide Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire Bring out the knives to cut and divide Another scar for memories Bring out the knives to cut and divide Let 'em breathe, let 'em burn Bring out the knives Just swallow the dirt And breathe in the dust Now savour the days No walking away No walking away Bring out the knives