Woorden: King Swamp. Walk The Knife.

Twilight falls of gods
and men,
The shadow stalks the
fields again,
The broken glass, the
broken hand,
The broken song of the
wedding band,
Treacherous as
yesterday,
You lose your focus,
fade away,
Faithless as the ocean
change,
You left me standing in
the rain.
She says...

Why,
Is this my life,
Why, Is this my life,
To walk the knife?

Awoken by the mission
bell,
They're burning books
in the cathedral,
The night is black, the
sky is red,
Rain comes crying
around your head,
Pick up the pen and
you take up the fight,
Throwing yourself
against the wall of
the night,
Preacher told me 'bout
peace and love,
Now he's looking at me
down the barrel of a
gun.

Why,
Is this my life,
Why,
Is this my life,
Why,
Is this my life,
To walk the knife?

And every star that
falls
Is a soul waiting to be
born,
But if love is for the
bleeding heart
And work is for the
poor,
Tell me who will build
the house,
Who will welcome you
at the door?

Twilight falls of gods
and men,
The shadow stalks the
fields again,
Innocence dies on a
city street,
Lies broken like a doll
underneath the feet,
Hold my head and you
lift me up
With the bitterness of
your empty cup,
Shine like a blade, let
me know where you
are
With your eyes full of
diamonds from the
evening star.

Why,
Is this my life,
Why,
Is this my life,
Why,
Is this my life,
To walk the knife?