Whispered Apologies

She's got the hands of a strangler
Are they apples or snake
Like two fucking anchors
Will they sink me or save me from hate
Oh no
Her love is both nursery and cemetery
Oh no
A savage sanctuary

Sometimes the dead get greedy
They hold on to their knives
Their cold steel blades
Slashing meat from our lives
Oh no
When I find myself missing being a fighter
Oh no
It's not reason but nostalgia

Something instead of nothing at all
You don't know death
But she knows you
Death knows us all
And she will have her due
At 22
You don't have a clue

Like knocking on a tent
This is going nowhere
Cause the predator scent
Is fucking everywhere
Oh no
So I cough up last night's sin and eat it
Oh no
Whispered apologies
Something instead of nothing
You don't know death
But she knows you
Death knows us all
And she will have her due
At 22
You don't have a clue