Matter

Wait, it will come Cold, to the touch Pray it will call and answer But I'll try to make you feel the hurt Ever creeping closer I will wait Through distraction Through the taste And maybe nothing comes of age The cruelest patterns find the vein Feel the hurt Holy child Through the womb Do you cry? Say the word Crawl to her Like a worm in the dirt As our breathing falters Slowing pace Through the matter Through the waste Failing nothing Lie in wait A cruel distortion finds a name Ever creeping closer, finds the vein Feel the hurt Holy child Through the womb Do you cry? Say the word Crawl to her Like a worm in the dirt Turning it to the light A needle to the curve Failing we're losing sight Of all that was learnt Watching the pieces fall now And witness your word See how the faces fade With my fingers to the bone