Dagger

Don't [?] care
For a dagger in the middle of this hot old air
Don't [?] care
For a dagger bleeding on this hot old air

Sore feet, salty water
Burnin' feet, bloody water
Bloody feet, poison water

Every step you take
Your dark and female gate
You dig a hole

Broken lies in your soul
Sharp knives in your soul
Cold fire, smells like pyres
Can you smell?