Know my brother that this is not something which I will enjoy, but I have to defend what your reckless soul risks to destroy
I'd love to love you but there is a knife between us
You put it there
I realize that I hold the handle, while you stand at the bitter end of this blade between us, I wish I could, but I cannot bend
Even through my burden compels me, it comforts me in my troublesome chore
I know you find this gruesome, well it's also something I abhor
All know the furnace must be fed. there is a logic to the fact that the furnace must be fed
There is an infallible logic to the fact that the clattering bones of the willingly mislead is a suitable fuel to light up the dusk that lies ahead
All men know, and all agree
I hope that you see my regrets are profound
This is no wish of mine, but I am duty bound
It stands to reason that each wrong must be corrected, and each straying soul must be collected
I curse and I howl, but I am duty bound, so I bury my guilt deep beneath a glorious mound
I curse you for that knife between us, that wedge you drove deep down within us