My back and Your Knife

My back and your knife
Every second of every day
I try to convince myself to stay
It's a tough fucking job to be in this situation
It pollutes my bare existence
Every stone I pick up, you put two stones back
Every loving feeling follow a heart attack
I can take a lot, 'cause I'm a war machine
But I don't know how much more I have left in me

I think our time is running out
And the end is near
Unless you do something
I think our time is running out
'cause your knife's in my fucking back

I can take darkness and pain, blood and spit
I don't have a problem with taking all the shit
My fuse is long and almost never lit on fire
And so I never explode and I never tire
Or so I thought, 'cause now doubts are coming
I'm starting to blink, and I'm seeing things wrong and
I can take a lot cause I'm a war machine
But I just don't know how much war is left in me

I think our time is running out
And the end is near
Unless you do something
'cause your knife's in my fucking back

I think our time is running out
And the end is near
Unless you do something
I think our time is running out
'cause your knife's in my fucking back