Kitchen Floor I’ve slit the paper wrists watching the crimson flow down my arms I’ve ended it all and in turn all the people cry They cry because they don’t understand cry cause they’ll get no answer The one with all the knowledge lays on the kitchen floor in a pool of her own death. But here I’ll give you answers here I’ll tell you why I’ve taken it all into my hands and crushed it with all my might. What do you do with a soul that has been long and dead inhabiting a shell that would rather stand empty If you had given me the answers I would have given you mine we wouldn’t stand as we do today As I lay dead on the kitchen floor.