More And More Hands

Knives, they drop like rain
And coat the sky, knives

Shameful growing thunder
Swarming overhead
Forced to love and suffer
Painted up in dread
Offer up my body as a canvas for the bleed
Drag me towards the cutter
And bend me at the knees

Caress the scene
Through God's loving eyes

Mother of discontent
Haven't heard from her lately
Desperate for your intent
Longing for your resentment

Hanging on my mind
Like thеy know something 'bout me
Broken and numb again but I likе it

Waiting and wanting and begging for more
I'm putting on a show for all to see
Give me open wounds to share
Turns me on to feel the skin
Open up and stare in the face of God

Ripping out of the sky
Throwing knives at my soul
Ripping out of the sky
I've grown so used to the cold

Hanging on my mind
Like they know something 'bout me
Broken and numb again but I like it
And I want to know why
It never feels like it's ending
Broken and numb again but I like it

Just give me new wounds to share
Don't let me down

Reject the common nature
How I love to feel the blade
Oh, they punish my behavior
A thousand times a day

Over and over and over
Over and over and over and over
Over and over and over and over
Over and over and over and over and over

Knives
They rain
Knives
They rain