作曲 : Webley
Put our children in this ground
You were in the kitchen while I sat and watched them drown
Put the killing in this sound
So I could have it handy, case those devils come around again
Cut the poison into thirds
Held it to our lips and drank to chat with the absurd
There's a kind of song I heard
I think I could sing it if I knew just how the words begin
Thought I was a violent flame
The longer that I stare, I think that flame looks pretty tame
So if this is really just a game
I'm gonna need a hand now 'cause the pieces aren't the same this time
I think you asked if I was dead
But through eight feet of dirt I couldn't hear a word you said
There have been strangers in that bed
And it seems to me eternity is not going to forget this crime
It's gonna take a miracle
Buried time inside your breast
I had to, it felt like it was kicking in my chest
Put a lie inside each breath
I've been sleeping all these years now, but I really seem to rest
It's gonna take
It's gonna take
It's gonna take
It's gonna take a miracle