I've got a fever
Fevered intentions
Coaxing every knife into its hole
Over run
With all these
Bloody insects
On the bones
And they?
The knifehole
Beyond this?
But I won't be alone
Not yet
Come alone
But I won't be alone
Not yet
In every creature
There's desperation
Forcing every knife into its hole
Over run
With all these rotting insects
On the bones
The knifehole
Beyond this?
But I won't be alone
Not yet
Come alone
But I won't be alone
Not yet
Not yet
And? The knifehole
Can you feel
Like I feel this
Can you feel
Like I feel
Beyond this coming home
But I won't be alone
Not yet
Come alone
But I won't be alone
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Not yet
Whoa
Whoa
