Yes It Is

All the sudden, shivering With the knife thought I've thrown away Penetrated my palms A poorly written A poorly sinning All this becomes Poison I've ridden No you're not, you decide all the stuff Take the knife, soulless Before it takes you A poorly written A poorly sinning Nothing changes But what about all the social environments Surround me? Holding relationships I screwed up Yes it is They decide all the stuff They took the knife, soulless Before you take it