The Final Cut is the Deepest
Thursday, January 4th, 2001You know in all of the times that we’ve shared I’ve never been so scared Doll me up in my bad luck I’ll meet you there I wish I never had taken this dare I wasn’t quite prepared Doll me up in my bad luck I’ll meet you there
What have we done with innocence? It disappeared with time it never made much sense Adolescent resident wasting another night on planning my revenge One in ten don’t want to be your monkey wrench One more indecent accident I’d rather leave than SUFFER THIS I’ll n e v e r be your monkey wrench All this time to make amends What do you do when all your enemies are friends? Now and then I’ll try to bend Under pressure wind up SNAPPING in the end ONE LAST THING BEFORE I QUIT I NEVER WANTED ANY MORE THAN I COULD FIT INTO MY HEAD I STILL REMEMBER EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU SAID AND ALL THE SHIT THAT SOMEHOW CAME ALONG WITH IT STILL THERE’S ONE THING THAT COMFORTS ME SINCE I WAS ALWAYS CAGED AND NOW I’M FREE Come and I’ll take you under This beautiful bruise’s colours Everything fades in time it’s true Wish that I had another stab at the under cover Was it a change in mind for you? It’s impossible I can’t let it out You’ll never know Am I selling you out? Sit and watch your every mood Your eyes still remind me of angels that hover above Eyes that can change from blind to blue It’s impossible I can’t let it out You’ll never know Am I selling you out? Sit and watch your every mood Now that I’ve found my reward I’d throw it away long before I’d share a piece of mine with you Real life is so hard We hide in the stars That’s where our heads are My head and your heart This is a black out Don’t let it go to waste This is a black out I want to detonate When you are so far I’m falling apart Lose all my sonar You jam our radar Sometimes I feel I’m getting stuck between the handshake and the fuck You’ve got me on guard I’ve got my head start My head and your heart The same in the stars Sometimes I wish that I could change I can’t save you from my poor brain I have a choice between the bat and the belt each time I hear about the hand you’ve been dealt Spare me confession It’s confession you sell Maybe I’ll fall behind but I don’t mind ‘Cause I’ll catch up Want a song thats indelible like manimal I hope you never see me wind up Will I be happy on the back of the shelf? Will you be happy when we’re sharing a cell? Spare me the questions since you know me so well
Someday you’ll realise that I get shy and I choke up What is wrong with this animal I’m terrible I hope you never see me wind up Farewell my sweet paramania Farewell my sweet paramania MY ONLY PROMISE IS THAT I’LL NEVER TELL KEEP YOU AT A DISTANCE FROM THE THINGS THAT I FEEL I’LL BITE THE BULLET TAKE THE BEATING UNTIL I TAKE IT ALL BACK ANYWAY WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY? What is wrong with this animal I’m terrible I hope you never see me wind up