The ritual’s the same
Almost every night
You strap me to the board
And pull the blindfold tight
I know you’re there
So I know it’s gonna be all right
As I start to spin
I feel my heart ignite
I weigh the heavy blades
Before I let them fly
They find their mark like homing pigeons
Winging through the sky
And when we’re on the stage
You are the apple of my eye
My loveliest of lovely assistants
When I throw the knives
No one lives forever
In this spinning carnival
Most don't live at all
If we stay together
We can save us from ourselves
Or else we're bound to fa...