A smile and a knife, the ribbon, the seem
stubborn the marrow
the taste of copper that wells in my throat
come get your pound of flesh
when is tomorrow? the lie is the key to our slumber
fail me tonight, the edge is alive while we sleep
sing of the sorrow and whisper sweet nothings
step on the hands and smile while i sink in the sea
suffer with me
confusions a curse, a martyr a slave
feast of the sunrise
no hope, no future, there's no turning back
these bitter ashes in my mouth
when is tomorrow? the lie is the key to the slumber
fail me tonight, the edge is alive while we sleep
feast or the famine, the weight of the barrow
cut out her tongue and dance while she's nailed to the tree
suffer with me
stay in this wilderness with me
and we dance while shes nailed to the tree
we will turn to salt when we see just what we've done
we dance while she was nailed to the tree