My Pulse to Ponder - Liars

Well not since I was four has it been safe

The horizon line was curved and hard to chase

I found a blade and sharpened it way close

So it glistened in the moon when I cut your throat

I cut your throat!

I cut your throat!

You’ll stay awake

Do as you’re told

You’ll stay awake

Sleep won’t take hold

And all the batshits throughout history look up

You know the letter box is never full enough

When the newsprint’s chopped into a ransom note

They should duly pay it mind or I’ll cut your throat

I cut your throat!

I cut your throat!

I cut your throat!