Knives - Bullet For My Valentine

Let the madness begin

Livin' with snakes, feedin’ the hate, kill or betrayal

Shedding the skin, bitter within, cower with shame

Venomous tongue back in the lungs, kissing the pain

Kissing the pain, with constant pushing, provoking reactions

Bring out the knives

To cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives

To cut and divide

Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire

Diggin’ a hole, bury the trust, lay it to rest

Swallow the dirt, breathe in the dust, savour the taste

Hammer the nails, nothing to say, walking away

Walking away, from constant screaming.

provoking this madness

Bring out the knives

To cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives

To cut and divide

Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire

Bring out the knives (Knives)

To cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives!

To cut and divide

Let 'em breathe, watch 'em burn in the fire

Bring out the knives!

You keep on digging your own graves

And you just focus on the pain

Oh, so keep on digging your own graves

I see the panic, It's sickening

You're not a saint, not a slave

Now just focus on the pain (Pain)

I hear the voices, they're calling

To sever, forever, insanity

You’re not a saint, you’re a slave

Breaking apart, torn at the seams, sanity fails

Tread by the edge, pushed into hell, never again

Never again, constant pushing, provoking reactions

Bring out the knives

To cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives

To cut and divide

Let 'em breathe, watch ’em burn in the fire

Bring out the knives (Knives)

To cut and divide

Another scar for memories

Bring out the knives (Knives)

To cut and divide

Let 'em breathe, let 'em burn

Bring out the knives

Just swallow the dirt

And breathe in the dust

Now saviour the days

No walking away!

No walking away!

Bring out the knives!