Insular

I have knife deep in me,
In the heart in the hole the breath of me.
You only get the worst of me,
Why can't it be the best of me?

You are pressed upon your knees,
In the mess in the muck the misery.
You only need the best of me.
Alone.

Drained, by the memory
Of such savagery,
And for all the breadth of this land
We are insular.

I have voice deep in me,
Hunting hating haunting me.
You only hear the half of her,
Why can't you hear the whole of her?

She is banging on the door,
Breaking burning down your door.
She only needs the worst of you.
Alone.

Drained, by the memory
Of such savagery,
And for all the breadth of this land
We are insular.