If I called you a killer, would you stab me in my heart?

The way is open and while you're choking, we're all waiting for the start

And once it's spoken, the way is open to conjoin what was apart

And not just token, the way is open to put the balm on where it's smart, yeah, yeah

Pretty words are colourless but pleasing to my mind

And if I'm joking, once it's spoken, pretty words seem pretty dry

And here's a token of what was broken and if it makes you want to cry

Once it's spoken, the way is open to wash the blink out of your eye, yeah, yeah

The iron pen

A plastic smile and a conceit that defeats it all

The higher ground is all the while outside these city walls

But do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

Do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

Silly words are colourless but twisting to my tongue

The way is open to not die choking on a liturgy of crumbs

And once it's spoken, the way is open to put ice on hammered thumbs

And not just spoken, and not a token

And you won't see it when it comes, yeah, yeah

The iron pen

A plastic smile and a conceit that defeats it all

The higher ground is all the while outside these city walls

But do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

Do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on