The Determined Cut - Fink

Well I’ve got five minutes to kill

So I smoke my last one

I whisper

«Why is the train always late when I’m on the run?»

The determined cut

It cuts the deepest

It cuts the deepest

It cuts the

It cuts deep

It cut you

It cut you

How is it that we go our seperate ways

Only to end up in the same place

In the same place

The determined cut

It cuts the deepest

It cuts deep

It cut you

It cut you

The fate… the fade out…

Is it lazy or the choice I lay down?

Now I don’t know if this all in my mind

All I know is this all I think about

The determined cut

The determined cut

The determined cut

Is all I think about

Is all I think about

Is all I think about