I can't take this road or the people on it

I had a soul but my mother drowned it

In a pool of pills under a sky of lies

Now the creature inside her is trying to die

With the sheets pulled tight but the rope loose

I ask myself what my father would do

He'd fold his hands, lean to the beach

But the creature inside him's not inside me

God bless your bones and the body they built

The warmth of your hand would be the last thing I felt

Before I die, before I weep

And the creature inside you sleeps inside me