The gernie bursts the doors, yerning to red light this unshure hursts hurry
My births story, floord n' swurving threw thoughts burried under my stomachs churneen
My last breath reminds of what was diskised against my backside
As I grasp for one last time this blood lined n' tatter cap as I flatlined
Suddenly sharp arcs of enough of these lights lead me right under these arms
He covers me, starts to mudder these parts of both biblical n' other pieced arts
Head Down, Glance back to see my grand dads hands rapped around me, lips silanced n' chapped
Man and, hat off, streems of tears land trapt while I pass on these vibrant pasts
My face pale with great tales of mischief draped down my aches whiell (while)
Plates trale across the slate rooms were'll broom blood from this one mistakes fail
Look down, and burried in a book now is my father with his head krooked down
I shook, frownd and carried my foot down but couldnt, like lead to heavy to push now
Began to weap staring at this cheap fuck knee deep in green but can't aford to save me!
And threw these blurred images I seamd to gained a brand new intelligance
Better comprehention, could read the ovious signs they're sendin threw facial expressions
I was severed, gone from tension, my last straw broken long before I saw these, or even was mentioned
Take one more hard pace tward God's son and my place of love
face of mom dug in my chest plate as with every step i'm erased n' gone
It's clear they gave me a chance to live praised but I steered away shit, I missed the nearest stay
Tears spray off her face as my years fray, mother asking why as I wisper, "dont fear, pray"