In a disaster story
A central conflict of primal rage
Usual sort of desperation
Characters remain the same

Never cut you out,
I cut you in

Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too

Walk on broken glass
Is the pain safe at the end?
All the elements in life´s complexity
Make our struggle infinite

Never cut you out,
I cut you in

Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too

All the elements in life´s complexity
Make our struggle infinite

Never cut you out,
I cut you in

Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too

(I cut you in)

Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts as I cut you in