Abracadaver Lyrics - Singles - Before Braille

So you see yourself holding the knife 

though it seems you're more terrified than the faces you practice at night, 

so you can watch your tongue sympathize 

We all know it's wrong, but pretend that it's/we're innocent 

Get out of the way 

You say that you can't move 

We'll drag you away to rot in your test tube 

Congratulate me just when you need to 

So captivating that I rot in place 

Innocence fools you 

It cuts you into pieces 

You try to find a way to live or way to die 

The decadence coerces you in zines & books & movies 

I know I'm right this time 

Get out of the way 

You say that you can't move and threaten to stay 

Well, chalk up a new bruise 

Like a thief in the night 

So planned and deliberate 

No use for a knife, if you can't hide it'right' 

You fall out of photographs and skin up your knees 

Pulled under the undertow I'm so sorry you're sorry 

We all know it's wrong 

(Here we go) 

We'll all get along 

Get out of the way 

It's clear I can't trust you 

You gamble with fate 

A downfall for refuge 

You reciprocate while plotting your next move 

It's not fair to complain from miles away'