The Knife

by Profe Steve

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest;

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal.

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal. You stood stone faced staring coldly;

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal. You stood stone faced staring coldly; My eyes bleed sorrowful tears

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal. You stood stone faced staring coldly; My eyes bleed sorrowful tears As I sink to my knees.

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal. You stood stone faced staring coldly; My eyes bleed sorrowful tears As I sink to my knees. I softly whispered,

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal. You stood stone faced staring coldly; My eyes bleed sorrowful tears As I sink to my knees. I softly whispered, The blame is mine:

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal. You stood stone faced staring coldly; My eyes bleed sorrowful tears As I sink to my knees. I softly whispered, The blame is mine: I handed

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal. You stood stone faced staring coldly; My eyes bleed sorrowful tears As I sink to my knees. I softly whispered, The blame is mine: I handed You the

Blood drips in red rivulets down my chest; Screaming the anguish of betrayal. You stood stone faced staring coldly; My eyes bleed sorrowful tears As I sink to my knees. I softly whispered, The blame is mine: I handed You the Knife