cuz all i 'm thinking as i take running steps across the campsite , knife up and ready , bearing down on the spackle , all skinny knees and elbows as he stumbles heading for his spear , all i 'm thinking and sending forward to him in my red , red noise are images and words and feelings , of all i know , all that 's happened to me , all the times i failed to use the knife , every bit of me screaming- i 'll show you who 's a killer .