I was talking to God
I was talking to God
I was whispering the word
And heard the saddest of songs
I was talking to the walls
I was talking to the floor
And then a shiverthrough the ages
Found a pathway to my door:
Say, will this day be the day, say
All knives out
Let the color come out loud
All knives out
Let them know what it's about
Knives out now
If I could scream and shout
All knives out
I was talking to God
I was talking to God
I heard the echoes of my words
As they reflected down the hall:
Say, will this day be the day, say
All knives out
Let the color come out loud
All knives out
Let them know what it's about
Knives out now
If I could scream and shout
All knives out
Piercing the skin
Let it out, let it in