To the fickle let it drop

We have the power to sustain

Like the motor needs the food

To bring more power to our brain

Now we bought it back

So let me make it clean

Since our mother's gone, it always

Seems to rain

And the boose, and the friends and the party

Never ends!

No excuse for behavior than no one can defend

We reflect in the quiet

Times inside our heads

And get thanks from our children

Tuck tight sweet leap in their beds

Inside their heads

Trickling water dripping down

Slow like some rivers without a sound

Passed many times since you've been on my side

I'm still here, but I keep you deep inside

With my two hands across the water

With my two feet in the sea

My fear is for my daughters,

But good god will show them me

Take our lambs off to the slaughter,

Take their lives so perfectly

Like your bricks are filled with mortar

Cast your wisdom to the brede

Cracks? in fall lines

Nyc talks to me

Slow like some rivers on our mother's tv

Nyx she speaks to me in tongues

Keeps me to her breast, pumps air into my lungs

With my two hands across the water

With my two feet in the sea

My fear is for my daughters,

But good god will show them me

Take our lambs off to the slaughter,

Take their lives so perfectly

Like your bricks are filled with mortar

Cast your wisdom to the brede

With my two hands across the water

With my two feet in the sea

My fear is for my daughters,

But good god will show them me

Take our lambs off to the slaughter,

Take their lives so perfectly

Like your bricks are filled with mortar

Cast your wisdom to the brede