Knifehole - Traverser

I’ve got a fever

Fevered intentions

Coaxing every knife into its hole

Overrun

With all these

Budding insects

Coming deeding on the bones

And they like

The knifehole

Beyond this, come along

For I won’t be alone

Not yet

Come along

For I won’t be alone

Not yet

In every creature

There’s desperation

Forcing every knife into its hole

Overrun

With all these

Rotting insects

Coming feeding on the bones

And they like

The knifehole

Beyond this, come along

For I won’t be alone

Not yet

Come along

For I won’t be alone

Not yet

Not yet

And they like the knifehole

Ohhhh Can you feel

Like I feel this

Wooahh Can you feel

Like I feel

Beyond this, come along

For I won’t be alone

Not yet

Come along

For I won’t be alone

Not yet

Not yet

Not yet

Not yet

Not yet

Whoa

Whoa