Testo di When Knife Cuts Glass

My hands are cold My thoughts are insane My arms are growing rotten I cannot get up and i feel hard pain I have sand in my eyes And thinking about lies Outside somebody cries For mercy I am crying When the knife cuts the glass I cannot understand Why people use knife for cutting glass With every next cut Hit the nail on the head And wound is opening And the knife cuts the glass Slowly again At this point i see all my born days There are clouds far beyond Far beyond the sweet sun It's too late to change something It's too late When knife cuts glass