Knifed from Knives by Pyrophoria

Finally pulled the knife in me out
I had walked around with it as if to tout
I said what do I do with it now?
Now that I'm free of doubt?
Now that the voice is so loud?
Now that I ignite because I know how?

I am some sort of Faust
I'll tell you the story of what I'm about
I traded my soul like I was devout
The flame within was kerosene-doused

I said what do I do with it now?
Now I don't play to the crowd?
Nonetheless, I bowed
My next trick will be burning it down
My next trick will be screaming aloud
My next trick will be pulling the knife I found

I am some sort of Faust
I'll tell you the story of what I'm about
I traded my soul like I was devout
The flame within was kerosene-doused

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