Knives Bullet For My Valentine

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