I am the knife, or I will be someday.
The knife never quits, never gives up;
The knife has never surrendered without a fight.
Sharp with keen might, you have never seen the knife.
In a bind, some tough jam, the knife doesn’t bend.
Tour that thought in Vietnam.
Blood brought with blood that can not be bought.
Steel dragon, in thought.
Don’t cross the knife, your blood once spilled
Will never be healed.
If you have ever known the knife, if you still live
Then you must have been okay, otherwise the knife would
Have never let you live.
The knife never fails. Never quits. Death doesn’t stop the
Knife, no one can make him give up.
Failure isn’t a word
The knife ever finds,
because the knife slices it in two.
Don’t fuck with the knife.
He is some misfit in a real