when the baby's born, oh let's turn it to the snow, so that ice will surely grow, over weak and brittle bones, oh let's leave it to the wolves, so their teeth turn it to food, oh its flesh keeps them alive, oh its death helps life survive, oh the world can be kind in its own way, oh well your future's a machine, with the mechanics of a dream, and it's your mind that spins the wheel, and your heart that makes you feel, all the guilt for all your sins, oh and as that wheel spins, oh well it plays as they believed, and for your husband you have grieved, oh the world, still deceives you as it turns, and in my lucid moments i could see, oh that the heart may be, the weakest part of me, oh and the moon controls, the movements of the tide, oh but it has no weight on the movements of my mind, but if you turn your hands to flames, oh the light will burn the same, whether you just pass it through, or if it's what you meant to do, and your sense of culpability, is from the guides that you perceived, their constant lie that you believe, will show you grace, oh when you turn to a ghost, oh but now the love you found, is raising you from muddy ground, and oh the death will let you down, 'cause your curse will still go on the same
