P.O.S., Maggie Morrison - The Kill in Me lyrics

I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin
I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet
No speakin', speakin' from
Shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom
With steps, amp up with cold hate
Where the knife is decapitated

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand
And honestly, my nerves are shot again
So please, be a doll and rest your head
In my hands

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand
And honestly my nerves are shot again
Let me treat you like a
Doll and snap your neck in my hands

In my hand In my hand is this blade
Was a gift and I never wanna give it back
It's a slave to my fist
A little bit to help it to relax
I'm amazed it'll stay sharp forever
And if I take real good care of this shit
It won't go away

In my playhouse, I lay foundation
But, I think it was a little much
Not enough coupons cut
But, I hold of a lost trust and I'm dazed
I could play it smart forever
Just wasn't down for whatever
You know, that shit went away
But I'll act tough

I walk tall and c-c-carry a
Big bag of wrenches
And if you call, I'll play mechanic
Fake till I fix it
Sick as an -ism, stickin' to this
Holdin' due to the shape
All I got is the cold curve of that blade
So I'm sunburnt

That should tell you what's what
I got nicked i'm pressin' just to keep the
Blood in the cut
Fade to black like a hemophiliac
Fully afflicted
Sick of your snap, the k-k-killin' is in me

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand
And honestly, my nerves are shot again
So please, be a doll and rest your head
In my hands

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand
And honestly my nerves are shot again
Let me treat you like a
Doll and snap your neck in my hands

And it's gone, wash your hands of this
And I know you never lookin'
Back, don't just stand there, just

And it's strange, I could accept it
But check it
See, I'm just happy with a piece of you
And I'm sane in the brain
Truth is I'm simmerin' here
Steady lookin' for a bit of hope and
I hope that you get it

When I'm steady comin' for your
Throat and it's strange
See it's been dormant and docile
But, if you poke a pet too much too long
That shit'll turn hostile

I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin
I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet
No speakin', speakin' from
Shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom
With steps, amp up with cold hate
Where the knife is decapitated

I'm lookin' to follow back with the light
I'm lookin' to follow
The blood will feed the love

Tucked away in a heart snapped
And stripped of it's guard
Tucked away in a hole carefully
Picked in the yard
Sinfully slippin through shades
Lickin cries and snivellin'
Something so significant dies
Who's the beast?

Who bears the burden?
Dirt, prepare for your feast
If wary eyes, could sight for sore
No there'd be nothin' to see (nuh uh)
Adapt adjust to maladjusted to me
Under dirt and over concrete
Tonight we sleep like angels

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand
And honestly, my nerves are shot again
So please, be a doll and rest your head
In my hands

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand
And honestly my nerves are shot again
Let me treat you like a
Doll and snap your neck in my hands