Put our children in this ground,
You were in the kitchen while I sat and watched them drown.
Put the killing in this sound,
So I could have it handy, 'case those devils come around again.
Cut the poison into thirds,
Held it to our lips and drank to chat with the absurd,
There's a kind of song I heard,
I think that I could sing it if I knew just how the words begin.
Thought I was a violent flame,
The longer that I stare I think that flame looks pretty tame.
So if this is really just a game,
I'm going to need a hand now, 'cause the pieces aren't the same this time.
I think you asked if I was dead,
But through eight feet of dirt I couldn't hear a word you said.
There've been strangers in that bed,
And it seems to me eternity is not going to forget this crime.
Now it's going to take a miracle
I buried time inside your breast.
I had to, it felt like it was kicking in my chest.
I put a lie inside each breath.
I've been sleeping all these years now, but I never really seem to rest.
Now it's going to take a miracle.