I am the bent blade I cut one at a time my eyes are open but you can't reach my mind temperance faded and edges serrated I am the bent blade I will make you mine when deep midnight buries day we are lawless, or so we say turn your eyes from all the cries that try to reach you I am the bent blade I cut one at a time naked at birth but well dressed by demise ambition's wet gums are trembling on your neck I am the bent blade I will make you mine when deep midnight buries day we are lawless, or so we say when deep midnight buries day a joy for which I have no name turn your eyes from all the cries that try to reach you.