Little Death lyrics

Deeded to dead desires, nursing thirsts, we've earned our ire
Who's the hawk? Who's the dove?
It don't matter baby, we're both f*cked
A little death. A sleight of hand
I bit your lip, you let me in
A little white god, a little white lie
We'll do whatever it takes to get by, knowing that it will never be enough
Whisper baby, we're both f*cked
A little death. A sleight of hand
I bit your lip, you let me in
We chew our words before we spit, then swallow every ugly inch
Whisper love, please sing it to me sweet, leave no clue where you'll be
Whisper dove, shake it down sweet, where we fall is where we'll meet