I can’t take this road or the people on it
I had a soul but my mother drowned it
In a pool of pills under a sky of lies
Now the creature inside her is trying to die
With the sheets pulled tight but the rope fit loose
I ask myself what my Father would do
He’d fold his hands lean to belief
But the creature inside him is not inside of me
God bless your bones and the body they’ve built
The warmth of your hand will be the last thing I’ve felt
Before I die, before I leave
Then the creature inside you sleeps inside of me

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