Cuchillo

Behind the door there's a knife
waiting for me, waiting for you
Behind the door there's a knife
waiting for me, waiting for you

I want to believe you'll always be there
I want to think you'll wait for me
I want to know if I'll make it
Even if it takes a little longer

Behind the door there's a knife
waiting for me, waiting for you
Behind the door there's a knife
waiting for me, waiting for you

How far will your mind go?
How far will your body go?
How far will you stretch life
in a world of death?

Behind the door there's a knife
waiting for me, waiting for you
Behind the door there's a knife
waiting for me, waiting for you