Viciouse Circle

If I had a knife I'd take my life A simple blade To brake the trade Of forsaken smiles And useless trials If I had a knife I'd end my life Whith this batter french book Full of rhymes of bad luck I portray to you What i'm going through In my mind Thoughts so kind To rip out his throat To sink her boat If I had a knife I'd end my life I would bring the tears And stop my peers My troubled past Set in iron cast All will see The real me My corpse lowerd down Into sunken ground Will you follow me When I'm set free Like I would you When your through If only I had a knife Surely I'd end my life