Knowledge Kills -

And as I crawl through

The sewer of life I feel

The wall growing shards like

A knife No time to think as

The suffering begins

The icy hand holds me close

To the edge I feel the

Wind as I’m pushed off the ledge

I know my mind will forever be enslaved

I don’t really want to see

I don’t I don’t

Really want to know

I don’t Before the sun

Kills my life and my soul

I travel down to

The depths of my hole

I feel the breath of the

World begin to change

I don’t really want to see

I don’t I don’t

Really want to know

I don’t I take the mud

And the sand and the dirt

Rip off my skin before

I feel the hurt

I turn to you as

I watch your face explode

The more I know the

More it kills me

The more I know the

More it kills me

The more I know the

More it kills me The

More I know the

More it kills me