Oh where you are from You think it's better than here But you are wrong Maybe I'm not being clear All games that start in the night End at the edge of a cliff And you won't even fight But bruise and withdraw like a fist Crawling around on you knees And you think you're first The blade of the beast Is a mighty fine spirit to host All you dreams are sold You and your counterfeit life You won't be told But you're just kissing the knife Oh where you are from I'm not surprised that you're ill It's been too long To ever find God in a pill All dreams that start with a blade End with a noose round your wrist And you always betrayed you heart With a cold blooded kiss Baby that's one thing I've got that you'll never have Baby that's one thing I've got All your dreams are sold You and your counterfeit life You won't be told But you're just kissing the knife