Death by a Thousand Cuts

Death, by a thousand cuts
The world is a rifle
But I’m the hilt
If I do the right thing
It’s cause I thought of it
If I do the wrong thing
It’s cause I wanted to
No denial
Hiding in the cover
Find me in the cover
Hunt and peck for the right to know, how
The charge of every little touch
But we don’t even talk that much
If I try to try it out
I know I’ve got to do it
If we think through what we are
I know we’ve gone too far
No denial
Hiding in the cover
Fnd me in the cover
Tear me down to technical
Do not hire till it hurts
No denial
Hiding in the cover
Find me in the cover