It's underway, your history burns
The only tie to tomorrow, and the present
It's always gone

It's in your spine, your mouth gives birth
To the innocent, stillborn, and the rape
Is such a bore

Somebody is blessed to forget
Someone is cursed to remember
You're too unwise to suffer

I am I, and you
Will drown in virtue

In his eyes you're a wet-nurse
Sour milk to the children, and infanticide
Is already done