I saw death in a brown paper bag
Stop, drop, burn things will never be the same
Poor excuse for a man, pour on the shame
I saw death in a way I can't explain

Oh to see what those stately eyes have seen
A glimpse into a vivid memory
Firm escape from this evil circuitry
Still, oh still it's a mystery to me

Brother, I know you know
I know you know

Understood you've got such big shoes to fill
So you kick yourself for a lack of iron will
Try again but you just don't have the skill
Stop your suicide, take my soul for the kill

The gods of the confused are siding up with you
Pressure point and down you go
Lost and misplaced, your favourite mistake
Took on the chin but before you begin
All is forgiven, all is forgiven!

I know you know