Newton’s Third Law of Knives to the Back

You can't help yourself
Drawn like a child to a hand grenade
Swinging the shiny rings with a smile and no clue what a mess you've made

Tell me what it's like
Having everything at once
Before I show you what it's like to lose control
You're gonna cry for me to stop
But I'll decide when you've had enough

You wanna die? Well that's fucking tough
You'll have to wait until I'm done with you
As if anything I could say could save us
We're not worth the makeup that runs away from your eyes

You can't help yourself
You gotta stick your hands into everything
You better watch those fingers girl
Fate's got a way with a razor blade

Tell me what it's like
When there's nothing left to give
Because you've spent your life searching for yourself
You're gonna scream that you're stuck
You're gonna blame it all on luck
You're gonna change?
The jig is up so now you answer for what you've done

(For what you've done)
Cause I've got a long list of questions
And you've got a whole lot of lying to do to cover up your confusion at the time
(Just say you're done)
Cause you can be quite convincing when you want to be

Fall to your knees
Lie to me, lie to me
I beg of you, I beg of you
In a fashion that bleeds sincerity
Just well versed enough for me to believe
So I can tell you what it's like when there's nothing you can do

As if anything that I could say could save us
Remember the make up that runs away from your eyes?
As if anything that I could say could save us
We're not worth the make up that runs away from your eyes