When your hero is selling out
Just jumped in to get by
But just like anything you get roped in
And carried along "˜til the day you die
Paper knife, you pay for life
On the way, on the way back down
Paper knife, folded in your hand
Words that don't make a sound
I wish my words could now reach you
I would know what to say
I'd walk right in, and read them to you
But I just walked away