Against The Blade - The Horrors

This conversation is a fix, I’m just a slave

A mindless bitch, an empty picture frame, no sensation

And when the scales are weighted and all your skin is stored

Why say a prayer when there’s just nothing to save

Push against the blade

Surrender to the game

Push against the blade

Push against the blade

This mere old blindness, we’re all bound, it’s just the same

Our minds are broken while our eyes are glazed, no sensation

I know the scales are weighted inside this gleaming vault

Why say a prayer when there’s just nothing at all?

Push against the blade

Surrender to the game

Push against the blade

Push against the blade

Push against the blade

Surrender to the game

Push against the blade

Push against the blade