A waking world of innocence. So grave those first born cries. When life begins with needles and pins. It ends with Swords and Knives. Oh dangerman oh dangerman. Your blade fits like a glove. When forged in steel. Time cannot heal. That blood red bond of love. In times of trouble you're an open book. With the change in the way you look. And its sad love's not enough to make things better. Turn the tables we'll burn the fables. Lies beneath the visions and daydreams. Fooled by now we mystify the past. Like a dream like it never happened. When life begins with needles and pins. It ends with Swords and Knives. God save those born to die