Jack The Revelator

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A Knife At The Door

Every time I come to knock at her door
She throws another knife and asks me if I want more

Still I knock and blood runs down the walls
I cry and I cackle and it means nothing at all

I derange my senses till I feel senseless and at ease
I fill myself with crimson till I can’t crawl and must freeze

Every time I come to knock at her door
She throws another knife asks me If I want more

I howl and I chuckle, asking if she could let me in
I feel a bleak breeze and begin to buckle when my heart dines with sin

Throw me some more rope
Just enough with which I can hang
Pack in some more dope
And I can convince myself I’m not insane

There’s a winter in Australia
And there’s a fire burning here
When you glide through my head
I wash you out with tears

So if I knock at your door
And you ask who it is
Drive the knife in some more
And you’ll say, oh it’s his

I’m returning to music. I’m going to write my album, Lovesongs for Nihilists.

(Source: nickdrake, via motorpsycho--nightmare)