You ask me these questions
I've asked myself for years
After all this to find
This savior of mine a peer
Down dangled cord of feather
as the bellows of Jacob sung
Bidded, I climb each tattered rung!
Is this home?
Is this heaven's gift to man?
Make me a child, rid me a father,
rid me a man!
To emerge from this flesh, to be born
To violate law, to be unplanned
Why me?
Fresh-faced, bright-eyed, a believer
A follower of yours beaten to the ground
Her blouse fell to the floor
before she could let out her roar
I stumbled upon this universe
It's catered and fit for me
Its beauty I'm yet to see
Is this home?
Is this heaven's gift to man?
I said man!
Blood and puss coat these walls,
and I'm ripped out with a glove
Was I plucked out by the one above,
or just a product of this rape?
What is this place you call my home?
You call this my home,
what is this place...father?!
- 专辑:Synthetic
- 歌手:Hemina
- 歌曲:To Conceive a Plan