Nostalghia - Meek

I wonder sometimes
If I’m uh
Bed of thorns
A predator parading
Rotting wood
Suckling from
My mothers wirey form
So incapacitated, elevated
Still negated, excalative, innovative
Meanwhile my father
Shoots the gun
And I grow up in powder smoke
And no one knows me, no one knows
No one knows me
No one knows

Umbilical in suede, killed of milk
And still un-paid
Wounds of fraud and filth
That fade between my lips
That spill and crave’n

Heard a sound, just one sound
Oh so loud
God it’s loud
Losing time, broken mime
Nothing's mine
No, nothing's mine

I wonder sometimes if I’m uh
A book of worms
A slimy disillusion sleeping
In the deepest of cores
An apple of stars
Starry eyed surprised
Blinding light and bending lies
Finding time to realize
Meanwhile you’re shooting
At my bod
You watch me stumble
In the plague
It’s oh so vague, it’s all so vague
It’s oh so vague, it’s all so vague

Umbilical in suede, killed of milk
And still un-paid
Wounds of fraud and filth
That fade between my lips
That spill and crave’n

Heard a sound, just one sound
Oh so loud
God it’s loud
Losing time, broken mime
Nothing's mine
No, nothing's mine