Don't you feel it slipping through your fingers?
Don't you feel it when the knife is turning through you? Through you?
Don't you feel it slipping through your fingers
Don't you feel it when the knife is turning through you

Through you I feel it from you
I feel it through you
So cruel to the one who fails the garrison

When all of the fingers have been pointed
When all in agreence house their notions

When all of the fingers have been pointed
My sin is not a sin but a different goal
when all of the fingers have been pointed
You will still blame someone for conflicting the goal

Who are you to critise or even judge me
When all that you know is false

The man who bears his soul for his lung lumber
Reach out and fall