All of a sudden you're dead

The ground cracks and takes you in

You've no time to be born again

There was nothing where something had been

But every grave that blooms is anchored in miles of roots

In the seed is the tree

In the flesh is the feast

There were worms in the hearts that you hoard

They devour their way to the soul and the world is weakened from within

A hole opens up and you're dead

When I was pregnant I burned a witch alive

At a hundred and one years old

I gave birth to a cloud of smoke

We are part of a great machine

That inefficiently cycles grief

In the beginning it puts end and every cause is after effect

There were worms in the hearts that you hoard

They devour their way to the soul and the world is weakened from within

A hole opens up and you're dead

There's too much in poison in our glass to make a toast to our health

The cave that I built a kingdom on won't carry my weight

The past is clearer than it's ever been

Our mistakes made ourselves

Blood rushes out of our phantom limbs

We take on the water we're floating in

But I'll never be clean