I’ve got An inconsistency An imbalance And I need to Press return See what First drew me in And come back to The magnitude Take some time to Selectively meditate Every now And then I’ll call out my swollen soul Peace, calm, breathe Repeat what you said to me Still this down There’s power and potency Sounds turned off The noise in my head will flee Love console Feel that The love that I’ve been an advocate for Slipped a little while Through my sieve like hands Time to Consider all The wonders and miracles In the mystery, our history Given us I take my hand Off the revolving wheel It’s hard enough to loosen control When the pounding Herds inside collide through my mind, oh I take my hand Off the revolving wheel It’s hard enough to loosen control When the pounding Herds inside collide through my mind Leaving clouds of dust unsettled

I gotta know how you’ve been doing these days please tell someone to let me know It’s dark and I just need to know I need to know
You gotta know how much you have altered my life The reason I can’t find peace of mind I’m trying hard to tell your existence from mine
I wish the craving made me better If I could wait the morning sun There is no point in saving life for later So just let me know Then I will be gone
I gotta know we can live without each other The sun is rising for another day I’m crying out my pain
To make it go away
I wish the craving made me better If I could wait the morning sun There is no point in saving life for later So just let me know
I wish the craving made me better If I could wait the morning sun There is no point in saving life for later So just let me know So just let me know So just let me know Then I will be gone

Switchblade, Switchblade, my lovely friend.
I held you so close we two till the bitter end.
One pierce, one cut was one was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
Pen knife, pen knife – c'mon All, cheer!
For the words we sing conjures tears.
One word. A mutter with such restrain.
For me, my love, scribe me your pain?
Stiletto, my stiletto!
Will I, may I? See you again tomorrow?
One on one – We two in your room.
For we need not be bride or groom.
One pierce, one cut was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
My blood.
My blood.
My blood.