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Weaving a world
Trimming the excess
Each day to create
The world of hate
And we blame just one
The bastard son
Took one bite, came undone
We’re all stitches
Of the forgotten one
So we look up
And we fall down
Flammable fabric
Got passed down
Build a ship
Make it big
Although we’re doomed
to wait and sink.
Floating on water
Gasping for breath
A doomed generation
an unloved daughter.
So how can you ever be
A loving father?
Screaming and crying
The children are dying
For 40 days
And forty nights
Rancid water
Until one flight
A white dove
Marked with blood
Found a rock
And made it home
Building again
For a bitter end.

Well,
I've been told
that this is me
and it's the only way
I can ever be.
But if this is really who you are
don't expect me
to try so hard.