I'm the knife at your throat, I'm the whore in your bed, I'm the hell on your hands, I'm the noose slipped around your neck, I'm the grave that you dig, the fix you wish you'd never fed, I'm the shame you can't shake away, I'm the damp that lies between your legs.
But oh, you couldn't love me more so sing us one last time.
I'm the knife at your throat, I'm the whore in your bed, I'm the hell on your hands, I'm the noose slipped around your neck, I'm the grave that you dig, the fix you wish you'd never fed, I'm the shame you can't shake away, I'm the damp that lies between your legs.
I'm the spear in your side, I'm the black that grows beneath your eyes, I'm the words you wish you'd never said, I'm the doubt that hangs above your head.
But oh, I've never loved you more, let us sing one last time, one last dance before one last goodnight.
Goodnight, my love.


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    My InterpretationAnd this one is very open to interpretation. It is phrased like a riddle... "what am I?"
    Maybe sin? Corrupted human nature? Maybe vices? Addiction? All of those are elements of the lyrics.
    I think it has to do with behaviors we find ourselves ensnared into. Something we keep gong back to but have to hide... From others because it is frownedup or illegal or worse. From ourselves because it is covering up and simultaneously expressing a pain or fear of pain that we have nursed since childhood.
    Whiterookdownon December 04, 2015   Link

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