Twist Of The Knife

A one-way conversation of my low sensation
Beauty’s never been so misunderstood
She wanted to be carted, not labeled and pinned and mounted
She has done all that she thought that she could
By heart in anonymity with a sadder dreams that’ll make you cry
Twist of the knife
Twist of the knife
It covered cold companions all vying in their battalions
Picking up holes in their view mirrors
Measuring perfect faces stranded behind glass cases
Acutely aware of their fragility
Cut silhouettes through shadows cast by secondhanded fantasy
Twist of the knife
Twist of the knife
She cradled her reflection
She wouldn’t kno-oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh, ohhhh
Twist of the knife
Twist of the knife
Twist of the knife
Twist of the knife
Twist of the knife