Contradictions left and right, she throws the little knives.
As if she thinks she has 9 lives, she throws the little knives.
Just to see the colors they bleed, she throws the little knives.
As if she thinks she has the rights, she throws the little knives.

Never certain where they'll land, just as they fly from her hands,
she throws the little knives.

Just to see if she's awake, she throws the little knives.
As she recalls that distant ache, she throws the little knives.
When all is quiet in the night she throws the little knives.
And when she has too much inside, she throws the little knives.

Never certain where they'll land, just as they fly from her hands,
she throws the little knives.

And when there are no words to speak and when there is no faith to keep,
And when the demons cease to sleep and when the doubts dig way down deep,
She throws the little knives.

val: voice
lucio: guitar
alex: bass
jon: drums
jeff: violin