Anthema

Love you, she said as though it were true

Falling, head over heels into you

Now I, am pregnant with our baby boy

Forever, your lover, and sufferer

Giver of life, and the nail in my soul

Misses Anthema, the story grows old

Still the same boy, that was sewn from your ground

It's the weight of you pulling me down

Love you, he said and knew it was true

I can't be in this marriage with you

Now this is our second child in my womb

No longer, your lover, and sufferer

Rivers of love, and a trust so betrayed

Misses Anthema, the bed that we've made

Still the same boy that was sewn from your ground

It's the weight of you pulling me down

And you lie as the vultures surround

The height that I push up my halo

Could come crashing

I'll come crashing

Like a wave

Giver of life, and the nail in my soul

Misses Anthema, the story grows old

Still the same boy, that was screaming inside

Pushing my youth, through that years of my life

Forever we trust in

Forever this sound

It's the weight of you pulling me down

It's Anthema, my voice, and this sound