Maybe you are right
It’s not the time to forgive
Sharpen the knives
Stab all love at will
Wipe the kiss off the mouth
Burn the smile with disgust
Exhume the past, don’t pull out
Then stay in state of nonplus
Because maybe you are right
For your sake then mine
If misery is negotiable
Then this one’s designed
To be left behind
As prescribed
Sharpen the Knives