whatever does not kill you makes you weaker
whatever does not kill you makes you weaker
this night wounds time
this night

the tide pours in the blood pours out
the wound gets deeper
the knife pushes deeper with every move you make

say goodbye
but you'll never look back
no you'll never look back
you always look back

Knife notes:

This is the first song I wrote lyrics for. There's only a handful of lyrics, but I still managed to fit in a few dozen cliches, as well as stealing liberally from a number of other musicians and philosophers.

We hates this song, my preciousss, we hates it.