You Can't See [Through] Me

I walk on knives, blade up
With the sun on my back;
All: strike up the band,
All clap.
I walk on knives, don't
Hold my hand.
I walk on knives, blade up
With the sun on my back,
As insignificant as air.
Strike up a band; listen!
It was like I was never there.

I walk on knives, blade up,
Made up
Of the sun on my back,
All strike up the band,
All clap -
You can't hold my hand,
The sun on my back.
I walk on knives
As insignificant as air,
Strike up a band; shade,
It was like I was never there.
Just a glisten
Just a glare