daughter
smother
I'm wasted, losing time I'm a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we're not right In the darkness I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place To lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a' mess I leave To follow In the darkness I will meet my creators They will all agree, I'm a suffocator