Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life. I thought I'd recognize a weapon in my mind. They talk *** but I love it every time. And I realize. I've tasted blood and it is sweet. I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet. I've trusted lies and trusted men. Broke down and put myself back together again. Stared in a mirror and punched it to shatters. Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger. I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers and wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors. Come on little lady give us a smile. No I ain't got nothing to smile about. I got no one to smile for. I waited a while for a moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing. I keep a record of the wreckage in my life. I thought I'd recognize a weapon in my mind. They talk *** but I love it every time. And I realize. That I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a knife. That I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a knife. No I won't smile but I'll show you my teeth. And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe. I've been polite but won't be called that. Letting a man tell me what I should do in my bed. Keep my exes in check in my basement. Cause kindness is weakness or worse you're complacent. I could play nice or I could be a bully. I'm tired and angry but somebody should be. Come on little lady give us a smile. No I ain't got nothing to smile about. I got no one to smile for. I waited a while for a moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing. I keep a record of the wreckage in my life. I thought I'd recognize a weapon in my mind. They talk *** but I love it every time. And I realize. That someone like me can be a real nightmare completely aware. But I'd rather be a real nightmare than dying aware. Yeah someone like me can be a real nightmare completely aware. But I'm glad to be a real nightmare so save me your prayers. I keep a record of the wreckage in my life. I thought I'd recognize a weapon in my mind. They talk *** but I love it every time. And I realize. That I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a knife. That I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a knife.