[MrSeeker]

Shaking Hands With Knives

Is this regret I taste or just more blood
A gun shot wound to the head or another dud
I'm dancing around the truth again
And I'm so familiar to being foreign

To tell you the truth, I'm trying
To tell you the truth, I'm crying

Is this black or white or shades of gray
Is this when everything will pass away
I'm dancing on my own grave again
And I'm writing the end with pencil, not pen
All so I can erase my future like I did my past
When I was the winner that still came in last

To tell you the truth, I'm lying
To tell you the truth, I'm dying

Playing God with our own lives
Is like shaking hands with knives
Soon enough to get cut and bled
Soon to lay as waste amongst the dead

Is this regret I taste or just more blood.