An Apple for a Knife

Why can't you see these lies Over the pseudo cries I can't be compromised twice Give in to the altitude Spread wind to the interlude Why have you been so rude Christ And so we go twice Can't seem to trade the Apple for the knife We don't win Grieving and swollen And seemingly unknowing I still don't know where I'm going Christ Cautious but Restless These days must be endless And I could have turned out less nice And so we grow up twice We thought we were the Jackal where the mice We don't win And so we blow up our lives Because we were abandoned we found strife We don't win We don't win