Beside him was an empty throne
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
A hidden relic from his past
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
Moves closer to the flame
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
That wasn't there when he looked last
Persuasion through his thoughts peruse
When he was easy but alone
Grasps the handle, clips the cable
But what of silver silken blade
One steps up, sits at his table
He feels it ticking like a bomb
My friend, my friend, he's got a knife
Takes the object, starts the game
Feeding fear, assaulting calm
My friend, my friend, he's got a wife
Affix his gaze, his features staid
My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse
