you think you are holding the knife by the handle you wear your mask to your usual recital
but this time, nobody is clapping oh, you are fucked nobody recognizes you nobody calls you home
as if you were scared as if you gave up
you think you are holding the knife by the handle you wear your mask to your usual recital
but this time, nobody is clapping oh, you are fucked nobody recognizes you nobody calls you home
as if you were scared as if you gave up