Smother
I’m wasted, losing timeI’m a foolish, fragile spineI want all that is not mineI want him but we’re not rightIn the darkness I will meet my creatorsAnd they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator
I should go now quietlyFor my bones have found a place to lie down and sleepWhere all my layers can become reedsAll my limbs can become treesAll my children can become meWhat a mess I leaveTo followTo followTo followTo follow
In the darkness I will meet my creatorsThey will all agree, I’m a suffocatorSuffocatorSuffocator
Oh noI’m sorry if I smothered youI’m sorry if I smothered youI sometimes wish I’d stayed insideMy motherNever to come out