My friend, my friend he's got a knife, a statement from his former life      When he was easy but alone beside him was an empty throne      But what of silver silken blade, affix his gaze, his features staid      Grasps the handle, clips the cable, one steps up, sits at his table      My friend, my friend, he's got a knife      My friend, my friend, he's got a wife         My friend, my friend, the clever ruse, persuasion through his thoughts peruse      A hidden relic from his past that wasn't there when he looked last      He feels it ticking like a bomb, feeding fear, assaulting calm      Takes the object, starts the game, moves closer to the flame      My friend, my friend, the clever ruse      My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse