In a sea of razors I was thrown in here Not a prayer is answered without any desire left Throw away what's important because it's all lost meaning I wanted something else (though it's not like I can say what) The pocket-watch quickens audibly severe That voice threatens to kill In a sea of razors, no one's here A Cracked Heart A Cracked Face There's no turning back I blocked up my ears and shut my eyes I stopped my breathing and surrendered to the waves Awfully comfortable, I'm getting so tired I could fall asleep right here I've gotten used to grief