There Is

Seek the knife, seek the knife;
What is in the dark?
Is it pain, is it pain;
Has it hit the mark?
Know the sting, know the ache;
Will it not repeat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

Pull the cord, pull the cord;
I can smell the lies.
Preach the words, preach the words;
Why do I survive?
For the thrill, for the kicks;
Can it skip a beat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

Vent the breaks, vent the breaks;
I refuse to stall.
Bring the axe, bring the axe;
Will I see it fall?
With a smile, with a grin;
Where is the technique?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

But for the inaction I won’t damn satisfaction.
When angels turn to demons I will give my reasons.
Judge the merciful for they are too surgical.
Now strip the lesions and watch me soar.

Seek the knife, seek the knife;
What is in the dark?
Is it pain, is it pain;
Has it hit the mark?
Know the sting, know the ache;
Will it not repeat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.