The mediocre bit

The knife
keeps staring at me
It reflects up and down
I hate you in the reflection
on the back of my eye

The knife
keeps staring at my chest
I know they are big
no need of refletion
to explain

Those who work
I envy
not the money but
the way
they go on

And the Knife
keeps satring at my eyes
Not the river
the knife

It´s sharp to live
the life
not death
keeps staring deep
in my soul

The mediocre bit
is what keeps me
alive

not the drugs
the knife