Have I thanked you for your time? Or will your life go unrewarded Again? Never asking for a dime You just gave all of yourself Until I turned my back on you My friend
The powers that be made you a martyr Conspiracy led you to slaughter I tried to control it but as soon as I showed it I was shot down again
Once again outnumbered Appreciation slumbered You can ask yourself why But that look in your eye Doesn't pass the test You've been laid to rest my friend Again
Tortured artist bears his soul Seems the pressure took its toll Lived a life so punishing Now he keeps the publishing
Spilling your guts out to a pad and pen Communication to your silent friend
Raising the knife To a picture of a life (I once knew) There comes a time Compromising my life (Just won't do) I cannot lie I can't try anymore (To reach you) I just can't fight Raise the knife Raise the knife Cut through
I remember once you were the quiet type Content to sit and watch the motions of your life With false sensitivity You cut yourself open so people would adore you
They all bought into your contrived sincerity And how you wore your heart and soul right on your sleeve Laughing sarcastically You turned your back on the people who adored you