Thrice

can we
can we kill each other quickly
quick enough so i won't feel it
a shot of strobe light anesthia
we’ll all be fine
as I’m beginning to feel cold
my hands are shaking from fear
white from clutching my pride
red from cutting you
and blue from telling lies
'cause i’m sick of the stabbing
i’m sick of the breaking
i’m sick of the bleeding until we fall down