Melt Down The Knives

Hide the keys inside of the book
 Bleed, but not in the leather boots
 Start the night with quoted lies
 Stash the pieces at lover's aisle
 I can't keep sleeping in your mat
 You can't begin to keep your tired eye
 Melt down the knives
 You'll make it out alright
 None are made out of moss
 Just a cent towards the light
 You got to make it yourself
 Don't just hang unto someone else
 If you can't keep through
 Tack with someone new
 Don't waste a cent and don't talk with sassy ears
 Don't waste a cent and don't talk with sassy ears
 (There is some more for you)
 (Sassy, sassy, sassy, sassy)
 Melt down the knives
 You'll make it out alright
 None are made out of moss
 A cent towards the light
 I see the sun rising and lovely
 Talking llamas that will murmur an onion
 They record your weakly contour and
 They produce a mount of things to admire
 Melt down the knives
 You'll make it out alright
 None are made out of moss
 A cent towards the light