Mancre by Bone Orchard Lyrics

Strike!
Storm the paws
Like this is it, with daggers drawn
Stabbing like this, below the heart
With straining [?] lips of dampened cellophane
A knife for a knife
She's kind as a rule
She wears me like a [?]
The shirt straining at the thread
The handle breathes, the adhesive swells
Hollow breath
A lie
Storming the queue for hun[?]