[instrumental]
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 Silva’s silken blade
A pixie’s 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, a 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, a clever ruse
My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse
[instrumental]
My friend, my friend, he’s got a knife [repeat ad nauseam]
Mife
[laughter]