Thread around my arms
Pierces my mouth
Man arise from the lake
Find there is nothing left
Spine splits and shifts
From dusted days
Her perfume is sick
Gun powder sings
You're beautiful
Silver apples
Like carrion
Pierces my mouth
Man arise from the lake
Find there is nothing left
Spine splits and shifts
From dusted days
Her perfume is sick
Gun powder sings
You're beautiful
Silver apples
Like carrion
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When I hear this song, a very vivid image comes to mind... A man, beaten and broken and bleeding, being forced to his knees. His arms are tied behind his back. He starts crying because on the ground in front if him is his wife, dead. "Her perfume is sick." He can smell her perfume, but its only jarring and sickening. "A man rises from the lake, finds there is nothing left." The leader of the attackers disembarks a boat and strides up to the man and his burning home. "Gunpowder sings." The leader raises a gun and shots the man in the chest. "You're beautiful. Silver apples, like carrion." As he is dying, he can't take his eyes off his beloved wife, so beautiful and perfect and HER... but now she's dead, and that hurts him more than anything.