like a knifes edge on a curse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrB4dWNhX9E

world is twisted word is twisted like a knifes edge on a curse
and oblivion just gets worse and worse

Individual thinking theyre a spiritual
successor of god
of Id
successors are flawed

mother sinning getting thinner and thinner
like a knifes edge on a curse
they just keep getting slimmer
a shimmer of hope stored in a childs imagination
but children cannot prevent the adults damnation


hope is twisted mind is turned like a knifes edge on a curse
like a yoyo on a dime
like a coin on a cup
like a mother on a mind
of a child

hope is twisted mind is turned like a knifes edge on a curse
like a yoyo on a dime
like a coin on a cup
like a mother on a mind
of a child


Where is hope where is fear where is imagination to perceive and feel
where is honor in a pope where is the spear of a king can they even kneel
where is power of the lord where is money of the horde
where is their soul where is their whole
where is the last of my strength as i bleed out on a page
where is the last of my breath as i breathe out on a stage

what did they take from me from you what did they steal from us from them
what did they feel back then and now how do they feel about their vow


hope is twisted mind is turned like a knifes edge on a curse
like a yoyo on a dime
like a coin on a cup
like a mother on a mind
of a child

hope is twisted mind is turned like a knifes edge on a curse
like a yoyo on a dime
like a coin on a cup
like a mother on a mind
of a child


see the children are the key of the mind of the kind that like to play
theyre the instinct of our kind to learn to rule to hurt and fool
dont you say they arent us

mini kingdoms and wars
playing with dolls like theyre tyrants
are we puppets
are we yours

to puppet
but stop it?
no

we cannot try we cannot think we cannot imagine a revolution
that would simply be a fools notion
or the solution

to put your mind out of the box to think like a sly fox
going upstream of the wind, to hunt the sinned
a nine fairy tails wings
a sleeping beauty sings

of absurdity of world where apples are red and ham is green
the feeling of a dream where a rabbits hole of drinks can make you seen
see theres this cat with very big eyes

i saw him once with his shining fur
had a smile of a million lies
and a curse
see he purred

he was free he was chaos he was loki himself
he was diogenes unleashed
he was a trickster and a thief
he could steal your heart

he would run up to your house and blow it down
because this little piggy went to town
on a cart pulled by a mouse
a pumpkin for Saint Klaus

hope is twisted mind is turned like a knifes edge on a curse
like a yoyo on a dime
like a coin on a cup
like a mother on a mind
of a child