Gallows Hill - Grave Situation

I'm a graveyard, you are death
We breathe our last eternal breath
Do you hold me in your thoughts?
What could have been and what is not

But I am sickened by this very thing
A bird can't fly on a broken wing
What you carry in your heart
The very sword that tears us apart

I cling to nothing but my dying self
I give to no one this hand I'm dealt
I seek to render, to right the wrong
Contained within this mournful song

I'm a graveyard, despise the light
Consume my innards on this precious night
I hold to nothing, I cling to none
The dying gasp of the evening sun

But I am sickened by this very thing
A bird can't fly on a broken wing
What you carry in your heart
The very sword that tears us apart

I cling to nothing but my dying self
I give to no one this hand I'm dealt
I seek to render, to right the wrong
Contained within this mournful song

I'm a graveyard, you are life
The marionettes dance on the knife
I now hold you in my grasp
I'm Cleopatra; you are the asp!

I cling to nothing but my dying self
I give to no one this hand I'm dealt
I seek to render, to right the wrong
Contained within this mournful song