My Back and Your Knife

My back and your knife

Every second of every day
I try to convince myself to stay
Its a tough fucking job to be in this situation
It polluts my bare existance
Every stone I pick up, you put two stones back
Every loving feeling follow a heart attack
I can take a lot, Cause im a war machine
But i dont know how much more i have left in me

I think our time is running out
And the end is near
Unless you do something
I think our time is running out
Course you´re knifes in my fucking back

I can take darkness and pain, blood and spit
I dont have a problem with taking all the shit
My fuse is long and almost never lit on fire
And so I never explode and i never tire
Or so I thought, cause now doubts are coming
Im starting to blink, and im seeing things wrong and
I can take a lot cause im a war machine
But i just dont know how much war is left in me

I think our time is running out
And the end is near
Unless you do something
Course you´re knifes in my fucking back

I think our time is running out
And the end is near
Unless you do something
I think our time is running out
Course you´re knifes in my fucking back