Charades - No Knife

Roping the beast as we’re crushed underfoot

As we’re tied to our backs, as our oxygen’s cut

What the hell were we thinking when we went from the gut?

Mix up the signals, confuse the transmission

We’re licking our wounds and arousing suspicion

But I’ll paste on a smooth face — what the hell’s a clean break?

Bring out your hooks again

It’s some bitter pill to swallow

Where’s the sidewalk end?

You’d better start talking…

You threw a fit when they ransacked your fortress

Well what can I do when I’m locked in your hope chest?

You take the guess work out of making a new mess

I cocked an ear to the traffic outside

I wondered what it would be like to fly

But I’ll paste on a smooth face — what the fuck is a clean break?

Bring out your hooks again

It’s some bitter pill to swallow

Where’s the sidewalk end?

You’d better start talking…

Be a dear, fetch the razor.

It’s time to cut me loose again

In a sense innocence is slipping through the cracks again