Those Poor Bastards
My Beautiful Knife
Sticking my switchblade in the guts of a man
Feeling his blood flow all over my hand
Knowing his life, it is mine to command
See the work of my beautiful knife
Twisting it slowly 'til I hear something crack
Watching the evil pour out of his back
The gift of the light this vessel did lack
See the work of my beautiful knife
Oh, the storm, it is gathering near
Oh, the hand of the Lord, it is here
Behold! The Abyss!
Behold! The Abyss!
Oh, my beautiful knife