This conversation is a fix, I'm just a slave
A mindless bitch, an empty picture frame, no sensation
And when the scales are weighted and all your skin is stored
Why say a prayer when there's just nothing to save
Push against the blade
Surrender to the game
Push against the blade
Push against the blade
This mere old blindness, we're all bound, it's just the same
Our minds are broken while our eyes are glazed, no sensation
I know the scales are weighted inside this gleaming vault
Why say a prayer when there's just nothing at all?
Push against the blade
Surrender to the game
Push against the blade
Push against the blade
Push against the blade
Surrender to the game
Push against the blade
Push against the blade
