Twist of the Knife

A one-way conversation of my low sensation Beauty's never been so misunderstood She wanted to be carted, not labeled and pinned and mounted She has done all that she thought that she could By heart in anonymity with a sadder dreams that'll make you cry Twist of the knife Twist of the knife It covered cold companions all vying in their battalions Picking up holes in their view mirrors Measuring perfect faces stranded behind glass cases Acutely aware of their fragility Cut silhouettes through shadows cast by secondhanded fantasy Twist of the knife Twist of the knife She cradled her reflection She wouldn't kno-oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh, ohhhh Twist of the knife Twist of the knife Twist of the knife Twist of the knife Twist of the knife