The Kill in Me

I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin

I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet

No speakin', speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom

With steps, amp up with cold hate, where the knife is decapitated

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand

And honestly, my nerves are shot again

So please be a doll and rest your head

In my hands

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand

And honestly my nerves are shot again

Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck

In my hands

In my hand In my hand is this blade, was a gift

And I never wanna give it back, it's a slave to my fist

A little bit to help it to relax, I'm amazed it'll stay sharp forever

And if I take real good care of this shit, it won't go away

In my playhouse, I lay foundation

But I think it was a little much, not enough coupons cut

But I hold of a lost trust and I'm dazed

I could play it smart forever, just wasn't down for whatever

You know, that shit went away, but I'll act tough

I walk tall and c-c-carry a big bag of wrenches

And if you call, I'll play mechanic, fake till I fix it

Sick as an -ism, stickin' to this, holdin' due to the shape

All I got is the cold curve of that blade, so I'm sunburnt

That should tell you what's what, I got nicked

I'm pressin' just to keep the blood in the cut

Fade to black like a hemophiliac, fully afflicted

Sick of your... snap, the k-k-killin' is in me

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand

And honestly, my nerves are shot again

So please be a doll and rest your head

In my hands

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand

And honestly my nerves are shot again

Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck

In my hands

And it's gone, wash your hands of this

And I know you never lookin' back, don't just stand there, just

And it's strange, I could accept it, but check it

See, I'm just happy with a piece of you

And I'm sane in the brain, truth is I'm simmerin' here

Steady lookin' for a bit of hope and I hope that you get it

When I'm steady comin' for your throat and it's strange

See it's been dormant and docile

But if you poke a pet too much too long

That shit'll turn hostile

I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin

I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet

No speakin', speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom

With steps, amp up with cold hate, where the knife is decapitated

I'm lookin' to follow

Back with the light

I'm lookin' to follow

The blood will feed the love

Tucked away in a heart snapped and stripped of it's guard

Tucked away in a hole carefully picked in the yard

Sinfully slippin through shades, lickin cries and snivellin'

Something so significant dies, who's the beast?

Who bears the burden?

Dirt, prepare for your feast

If wary eyes, could sight for sore

No there'd be nothin' to see (nuh-uh)

Adapt adjust to maladjusted to me

Under dirt and over concrete, tonight we sleep like angels

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand

And honestly, my nerves are shot again

So please be a doll and rest your head

In my hands

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand

And honestly my nerves are shot again

Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck

In my hands