text: 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 it closer to the flame
  My friend, my friend, the clever ruse
  My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse
  My friend, my friend, he’s got a knife