Dull Blades

Dull blades upon your back

In for a kill, yet no attack,

Coffins burning in the street

Your ghost and mine were meant to meet

Whatever have we done

There’s no life left in anyone

Wherever can we go

There’s no pills left to swallow

Whoever did you meet

They stole you away from me

Whenever did death was come

There’s no life left in anyone

Sharp nails hammered in the pine

The sharp sounds tell me you’re not mine

Sounds of sorrow in the wind

Like a kill, whose flesh is skinned

Whatever can we do

The glass breaks still I look through

Wherever will you lie

With skin taut and bones dry

Whoever now are you

No longer who I once knew

Whenever did death come

There’s no life left in anyone