My Back and Your Knife

Every second of every day I try to convince myself to stay It's a tough spot, this situation It pollutes my bare existence Every stone I pick up, you put two stones back Every loving feeling follows a heart attack I can take a lot, 'cause I'm a war machine But I don't know how much more I got left in me I think our time is running out And the end is near Unless you do something I think our time is running out 'Cause your knife's in my fucking back I can take darkness and pain, blood and spit I don't have a problem with all the shit My fuse can't be on fire So I never explode and I never tire Or so I thought, but doubts are coming I'm beginning to see wrong and I think I'm a war machine But right now I don't know how much war is left in me I think our time is running out And the end is near Unless you do something I think our time is running out 'Cause your knife's in my fucking back I think our time is running out And the end is near Unless you do something I think our time is running out 'Cause your knife's in my fucking back I think our time is running out And the end is near Unless you do something I think our time is running out 'Cause your knife's in my fucking back I think our time is running out And the end is near Unless you do something I think our time is running out 'Cause your knife's in my fucking back