Cut By the Blunt

I can feel it getting hold of me
I can feel it taking over me
I can feel it getting hold of me
I can feel it taking over
I can see red, I can see red
I keep seeing red
I see red, red, red, red
Of all the tears I’ve shed
The last was meant for you
Those eyes that could pierce
Injecting something new
Killing kisses and slaughtered seduction
With your chainsaw charm
A bloody beginning to an untouched tale
Of honesty and lies
I can feel it getting hold of me
I can feel it taking over me
Of all the blood I’ve lost
My last drop’s saved for you
Tongue with a knife’s edge
Lacerate my emotions too
Wounding words and punctured promises
Still stain my mind
A lonely end to a blood-soaked story
Of honesty and lies
I can feel it getting hold of me
I can feel it taking over
I can see red, I can see red
I keep seeing red
I see red, red, red, red
Stabbed in the back yet no blood drawn
I’ve been cut by the blunt
I’ve been cut by the blunt
Slashed my throat still no skin torn
I’ve been cut by the blunt
I’ve been cut by the blunt
Stabbed in the back yet no blood drawn
I’ve been cut by the blunt
I’ve been cut by the blunt
Slashed my throat still no skin torn
I’ve been cut by the blunt
I’ve been cut by…
I can feel it getting hold of me
I can feel it taking over me
I can feel it getting hold of me
I can feel it taking over
I can see red, I can see red
I keep seeing red
I see red, red, red, red