Cut (feat. Peter Broderick)

There is a knife in my brain

A cut in my heart

A dismembering of my life

Home is no place

Only the movements from wind

Warmth of sunlight

Feels sure

There is a cutting sadness that rips the flesh

Shredding the past

And raining remnants of it

People's faces, expectations shattered

If I change

Where is the middle?

And where is the path I must walk?

A slow numbness invades my cells

I just find my breath and watch

Asking

The cutting is so deep

And only beginning

Unless I quickly

Sew it up