Whetstone Songtext
von Jorne

You want a piece of me?
What would you like?
Slice some fat off my stomach, maybe a juicy cut off of my back?

You want a piece of me?
I can′t say I'm surprised
Like a hot knife through butter, part the skin, sink it in, but I′m empty inside

This blood on my lips, I can't believe I'm salivating as you′re licking it
You drag me to water, force me on my knees, and make me drink


Steel to whetstone
Wood to ash
Steel to whetstone
Steel to flesh

But you, you′re just a sad sad mess
You are a sad, sad, sad, sad mess

You're piling the dirt on the grave that you dug
I′m piling the dirt on the grave that you dug
They're piling the dirt on the grave that you dug
We′re just piling the dirt on the grave that you dug

It's not the first time, and it won′t be the last time
But somehow I still hope that you will find rest