garden of knives

my love screams, yeah i like the second half, all in between honeycomb legs i'll break your back, the more that you want it the more that you take it, the more that you want it the more that you break it, no matter where we are, i'll let you know, no matter where the sun strikes us, knives will grow, hear them horses come to mow the road, feel the air burning like your lungs could just explode, the more that you want it the more that you take it, the more that you want it the more that you break it, no matter where we are, i'll let you know, no matter where the sun strikes us, knives will grow