Knives upon the table

Four knives upon the table
It's like they're giving signs
That its okay to do this
But I have become so blind

I long to take them up
And let the blood run down
I would rather take my life
Than carry on in this town

I have turned so afraid now
Even when skies shine blue
I would rather end it all
Than spend a second here with you

Four knives upon the table
I'm feeling so inclined
To take one in my hand
It is the only thing that's kind

I hang my head in shame
As I walk out of the door
Can't bear to see them laugh at me
I've become so insecure

I run into dark sanctuary
As I take one in my palm
But this one is not for me
I feel it's evil calm

Three knives upon the table
Now one of them has gone
I stab it into his heart
And I realize I’ve done wrong