Knows You Know

He knows... Slash wrists, scarlet fever Crawl under your bedroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems Through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach You've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's Questions when you lay on his leather bed He knows, you know, he knows, you know He knows, you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever streaming through the frosted panes You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked With father listen to the lies he fed