Testo My Friend My Friend

My friend, my friend he's got a knife, a statement from his former lifeWhen he was easy but alone beside him was an empty throneBut what of silver silken blade, affix his gaze, his features staidGrasps the handle, clips the cable, one steps up, sits at his tableMy friend, my friend, he's got a knifeMy friend, my friend, he's got a wifeMy friend, my friend, the clever ruse, persuasion through his thoughts peruseA hidden relic from his past that wasn't there when he looked lastHe feels it ticking like a bomb, feeding fear, assaulting calmTakes the object, starts the game, moves closer to the flameMy friend, my friend, the clever ruseMy friend, my friend, he lights the fuse