The Gift Was Always Poison

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Come closer, little hand, there's a seat at my table,
take what you reach for, take all you are able.
You hungered for secrets? I keep a great hoard —
I am gracious, I am generous, I am your gracious lord.
They poisoned my wine and they laughed at the wake,
but a crown set in death is the only one that won't break.

[Pre-Chorus]
So reach for the knowing you always craved,
and learn what it buys you, here past the grave.

[Chorus]
Draw — go on and draw, my friend, I'll deal you everything you wished,
every answer, every secret, every gift you can't resist.
But the knowing is a blade, and the wanting is the wound,
and the more I let you take from me, the sooner you're consumed.
So draw.

[Verse 2]
My court is the quiet — the listening dead,
they bring me your whispers, the things left unsaid.
I sold you the answer your fever required,
I never once lied — you were simply on fire.
You called it a kindness, you took it for grace,
now hold all that brilliance, and watch it erase.

[Pre-Chorus]
There's no hand so empty I won't fill it twice,
and no gift in my keeping that comes without price.

[Chorus]
Draw — go on and draw, my friend, I'll deal you everything you wished,
every answer, every secret, every gift you can't resist.
But the knowing is a blade, and the wanting is the wound,
and the more I let you take from me, the sooner you're consumed.
So draw.

[Bridge]
They thought they had won when they buried the king,
they thought they had silenced the worst of the thing.
But I planned my own murder, I rehearsed every breath —
my masterpiece, beloved, was the moment of my death.
And rising, I learned the one truth of my reign:
the hungry destroy themselves, you just hand them the chain.

[Bridge build]
So take it, take it, take the whole brimming cup —
I razed a hundred minds just by filling them up.

[Final Chorus]
Draw — go on and draw, my friend, I'll deal you everything you wished,
every answer, every secret, every gift you can't resist.
But the knowing is a blade, and the wanting is the wound,
and the more I let you take from me, the sooner you're consumed.
Drink the river of my giving till it drowns you where you stand —
the gift was always poison, and the dealer holds the hand.
So draw.

[Outro]
Reach again, little hand... I have so much to give.