Knives and Pens

Alone at last, we can sit and fight And I've lost all faith in this blurring light But stay right here, we can change our plight We're storming through this, despite what's right One final fight, for this tonight Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight Lay your heart down, the end's in sight Conscience begs for you to do what's right Everyday it's still the same dull knife Stab it through and justify your pride One final fight, for this tonight Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight Whoa and I can't go on without your love You lost, you never held on We tried our best Turn out the light Turn out the light One final fight, for this tonight Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight Whoa and I can't go on without your love You lost, you never held on We tried our best Turn out the light Turn out the light