Like Knives (Nu Metal)

Like Knives (Nu Metal) - HotPotMusic

There’s a whisper inside my skull again,
Same pitch as the day I stopped trusting.
Eyes scan the back of my neck,
Even when I’m alone, they’re watching.

I don’t leave the lights off anymore,
Shadows always looking at me.
Doors feel like they're breathing—
Still I can’t move through the crowd.

Twitch in the corner, something wrong,
Someone’s face just stayed too long.

Everyone looks like knives.
I don’t know who’s real tonight.
Every voice is wired tight—
Pulls my thoughts into a fight.
I keep whispering “I’m fine,”
But I don’t even trust my spine.
Everyone looks like knives.
Even you… even you.

My reflection forgets my face,
And speaks in someone else's tone.
I swore I knew who I was—
Now I speak like I’m not alone.

I map exits everywhere I go,
Just in case my chest goes numb.
There’s a war in my own hallway,
And I’m the only one with guns.

Something stirs behind the glass,
Don’t ask questions—just get past.

Everyone looks like knives.
I don’t know who’s real tonight.
Every voice is wired tight—
Pulls my thoughts into a fight.
I keep whispering “I’m fine,”
But I don’t even trust my spine.
Everyone looks like knives.
Even you… even you

I stopped picking up my phone—
Every voice just feels rehearsed.
Their comfort sounds rehearsed again,
And kindness always comes out worse.

I flinch when someone speaks too calm,
Like there’s poison in the pause.
Their eyes are mirrors I can’t read,
And I never learned their laws.

Something stirs behind the glass,
Don’t ask questions—just get past.

Everyone looks like knives.
I don’t know who’s real tonight.
Every voice is wired tight—
Pulls my thoughts into a fight.
I keep whispering “I’m fine,”
But I don’t even trust my spine.
Everyone looks like knives.
Even you… even you.

There's no room left in this skin,
It doesn’t fit like it used to.
Every gesture feels borrowed—
Like I’m wearing someone new.

Tried to walk inside their rules,
But the rules just bent like smoke.
Now I sink into routines
Now I choke once again
and you look at me in disgust.

Something stirs behind the glass,
Don’t ask questions—just get past.

Everyone looks like knives.
I don’t know who’s real tonight.
Every voice is wired tight—
Pulls my thoughts into a fight.
I keep whispering “I’m fine,”
But I don’t even trust my spine.
Everyone looks like knives.
Even you… even you.

I tried meds. I tried rules.
I tried silence. I played cool.
But the world still cuts my tongue—
Still wakes me up with loaded lungs.

Everyone looks like knives.
Even your smile draws lines.
Tried to climb out of my mind—
Slipped back down every time.
So if I run, don’t chase me close…
Even comfort feels like knives.

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