She Withers

Lyrics

Out of the way, there is a quiet place Where there's no skin to scar, there's no time to waste Full of emptiness, I cannot touch the bottom Lines on her face falling in her autumn With her while she withers away In a mangelwurzel for the cattle Washing for the battle hymn to hurry up and hold on Slaughter is to you a manicure her nails on impaled palms Springing out of this flesh stirs a life at the bottom With her while she withers away With her while she withers away