Even angels carry knives

I can't do this on my own
The air I breathe is frigid and stale.
My heart is gone, my lungs collapse
Coldness overwhelms me, where have I gone?

here I am with nowhere else to go
and I'm lost without you
here I stand I'm cold and alone,
I'm calloused to your eyes.

these pills were made for healing and i'm so tired of acting like everything's alright.
I've lost sight of what matters most to me because I have everything I need.

Even angels carry knives, so why do we carry on this way and live oh so secret lives.
Even angels carry knives, so why do we turn around and run when all our fears arrive?

We're scared, we're scared of change. For better or worse
the comfort zone is where we feel safe.
I need a remedy for change, a remedy.

Even angels carry knives, so why do we carry on this way and live oh so secret lives.
Even angels carry knives, so why do we turn around and run when all our fears arrive?

I carry on, you carry me. you're my protection and safety.

When someone screams 'shark',
I'd be much more weary of the water
and afraid of the dark
but not anymore for you are with me.
I'm ready to step outside.
this is my remedy.

Angels carry knives
Step outside
Angels carry knives
Show yourself.