Sweet Nothings Lyrics

Those sweet nothings is all it really takes

To keep you burning for their illusive taste

There's no rule they won't bend

To manufacture your consent

You can't look in the mirror with your eyes to the floor

And see who's keeping you begging for more

Over and over they will take what they want

You're nothing but their filthy little peasant

As you get away with murder

I'm screaming "Now choke me harder"

No amount of hard work will ever please them

On your knees

You release

Your inner appeaser

Swallowing every word that they put in your mouth

They fill you up until you make no sound

Those sweet nothings is all it really takes

To keep you burning for their illusive taste

Cold sweet nothings is all you're ever fed

To keep denying the grip around your neck

The night was impassable and they were your guide

Now their decrees become the way, the truth and light

Desperate for meaning you forgot your own song

And then it wouldn't be long

Until all that remains

Are the notes you don't play

You'll push past my safe word every time

And I'll make excuses "I'm doing just fine"

"I'm so sorry for bleeding out on your bed"

As they're locking the door and leaving you for dead

But you'll still throat the gun

And let them have their fun

Begging to join them and eclipse the sun

Those sweet nothings is all it really takes

To keep me burning for your illusive taste

Those sweet nothings is all it really takes

To keep you burning for their illusive taste

Cold sweet nothings is all you're ever fed

To keep denying the grip around your neck

There's no rule they won't bend

To manufacture your consent