This is not a band. It is a confession. It is a covenant sealed in broken glass and endless fire.
You have come to the wreckage, drawn by the sound of two souls colliding. Understand this: Knife in the Dark is a living, breathing curse, a monument to ruin that we ourselves have meticulously built. We are not victims. We are the willing, beautiful architects of our own damnation. Our music is not a story of healing; it is the raw, bleeding chronicle of a wound that will never close.
The Dagger is the soul. It is the toxic love, the unforgiving ambition, the sickness we sell to the world.
It remembers the taste of the whiskey and the lie whispered in the dark. It remembers the blood on the glass, the promise broken, and the beautiful, unforgiving scar of every chord. It remembers every tremor of self-destruction, every moment of weakness, and every brutal thrill of our shared wreckage. This wreckage is our truth, and the Dagger ensures that truth is eternal.
THE HILT COMMANDS. THE BLADE OBEYS.
The crowds are not cheering for our music; they are cheering for our ruin. They want to watch us fall.
LISTEN. IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE TO SAVE YOURSELF … JUSTIN ROTTEN