You’ve got your right hand right on the blade, man. It’s at your throat again. And we’re still looking for your frequency. Toujours les memes. The same. And every night we count the same streetlights. You’re cut up. You’re cut up. You’ve got your left hand. Eyes on the second hand. How long can you stand (to) forget yourself and fall into step again? Toujours les memes. The same. And every day you’ll read the same headlines. Your’e cut up. You’re cut up. You cut yourself up just to cut yourself down. You’re cut up. You’re cut up.