My friend, my friend he's got a knife, a statement from his former life

When he was easy but alone beside him was an empty throne

But what of silver silken blade, affix his gaze, his features staid

Grasps the handle, clips the cable, one steps up, sits at his table

My friend, my friend, he's got a knife

My friend, my friend, he's got a wife


My friend, my friend, the clever ruse, persuasion through his thoughts peruse

A hidden relic from his past that wasn't there when he looked last

He feels it ticking like a bomb, feeding fear, assaulting calm

Takes the object, starts the game, moves closer to the flame

My friend, my friend, the clever ruse

My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse

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