The Knife - Christian Death

The knife was found only steps away

I saw the blue in his hair shining in the mud

His skin was so white and drained of every last blood cell

And my stilettos sunk deep in the soil where he fell

I killed you

Before you killed me

Now I could do with him as I please

As I did with his whore

And from behind a tree

I could see my name carved in his knife

Now his blood is on my hands

Now I have the last say

Which one of us

Has suffered most this way?

I killed you

Before you killed me

Now where’s your whore?

I killed you

His blood on my hands