Contemplating your hands for hours

Hoping to get some answers from your palms

You're your own biggest mystery

Unable to read the manual

This heart beats too fast

In your dreams buildings collapse

The dogs bark every night

The moon is always full

When sharpening your knife

When sharpening your knife

Standing at the same crossroads

You face the same dilemma

In the torture chamber of your skull

You can't tell right from wrong

In the torture chamber of your skull

You can't tell right from

Open the door to a stranger

And find out that the stranger indeed has a knife

Indeed has a knife

No bread crumbs on the ground

How can you find your way?

How can you find your way back home?

Your words cut like a sword

Cry for the ones you love

In your sleep you cry for the ones you love