With Slander for a Blade - Dirt Poor Robins

Why is malice on my mind tonight?

The wine and meat I eat

Can’t touch this hunger that is flaring

Still the air turns to heat

I’m fixed upon my knife

I’m blinded by its glare

A candle lights your mockery

The wakening my wrath

All common decency is draining from me listening to your laugh

I’ve a taste for blood against your casual affairs

Folly, this is folly for the joy that it brings is fleeting

Each night outside my window, I see them work

Observe them stalking prey like predators as they talked and flirt

They melt your mind like wax to steal their haunting display

For if you do not bite today, you will return rest assured

Their longing stares will let go on and on around every bend and curve

Until your home is frost and your band’s in decay

Folly, this is folly for the joy that it brings is fleeting

Heaven owns no place for a man that lets his family slip away

So these lies that I shall take our touring criminals you see

For with one I slave a hundred, tend a thousand men from spreading their disease

Now this handle, justice crushes me

Crushes me

Go on and dare to glare at me, but I know you’re worse

For every day you slay the innocent in your thought and word

And then return to your ground of cliches

You’re shielded by your forehead, it cloaks your sin from sight

But somewhere lurking deep within the fog is the stalker in the night

Who strikes down all who descent with slander for a blade

Folly, this is folly for the joy that it brings is fleeting

Can you condemn another man’s sin without adding to it?