Knowledge Kills

And as I crawl through the sewer of life,
I feel the wall growing shards like a knife.
No time to think as the suffering begins.

The icy hand holds me close to the edge.
I feel the wind as I'm pushed off the ledge.
I know my mind will forever be enslaved.

I don't really want to see.
I don't...
I don't really want to know.
I don't...

Before the sun kills my life and my soul,
I travel down to the depths of my hole.
I feel the breath of the world begin to change.

I don't really want to see.
I don't...
I don't really want to know.
I don't...

I take the mud and the sand and the dirt.
Rip off my skin before I feel the hurt.
I turn to you as I watch your face explode.

The more I know the more it kills me.
The more I know the more it kills me.
The more I know the more it kills me.
The more I know the more it kills me...