Today I got a knife It seems to be alive Don't tell me what I know I just want to do so The hills are black tonight Those hills are the blackest ones The air comes in cold I like the smell of dead old trees Maybe tomorrow I'll be dead So there's just one thing left to do You're what I was looking for today Those hills are the blackest ones tonight Writing a message... ...to leave friends with a sweet goodbye This is what I have to do Now I know I'm not alone Even if I still feel so cold But think to what could have been I wish I had another life...