Afterbirth

Make me vent at the knees - I've got a phantom lung

Better than, better than, better than the other

More like the broach you wore with apocryphal insignia

It was better left untouched

Was better left alone

For the hour of my echo is at hand

Do you feel that, feel that respiration?

It's blocking out the sky

Now there's no light to be shed on this painful labour

Walking with my old limp

Resonates your ego

When I feel the resignation of my limbs

You rode in on a horse

But wouldn't form a tryst

Saw you ride in on a horse, but you couldn't be convinced

Do you feel that, feel that respiration?

That's blocking out the sky

Now there's no light to be shed on this painful labour, yeah

Do you feel that, feel that respiration?

Do you feel that, feel that respiration?

Do you feel that, feel that respiration?

Tell your brother's keeper

That he's in an awful mess

Tell your zealous mother

To spay her tongue

Tell your brother's keeper

His cuts are somewhat of a nuance

When that zealous mother bleeds for everyone

Now you feel that, feel that respiration

It's blocking out the sky

Leaving no light to be shed on this painful labour, yeah