The unspeakable of curses
In the woman's womb
A script I can't rehearse
In the woman's womb
Loving between the sheets
Look what happens when love meets
I'm over here in the corner
Circling the steady flowing glass
I'm over here in the center
Of what should be a morning mass
But I'm so corrupted
A prize but a trap
In the woman's womb
Just as I am weeping
In the woman's womb
Loving between the sheets
Look what happens when love meets
I'm over here in the angles
Of the morning light crimsoning my tears
I'm over here in the spectacle
Of the viewer's eye as he recedes
Because I'm corrupted
Now on the time of the day
Will I begin or slip away?
Now in the year of the hour
Will the come and devour
Me?
In the presence of
The woman's womb
I lightly caress and cry over
The woman's womb
My heart swells with pain and love
Over the woman's womb
What can I do to save
THE WOMAN'S WOMB?...
::gasp::
::shudder::
Only if I cry for
The woman's womb
Will child grow out of
The woman's womb
Am I ready for this newfound task?
I don't know
But if I don't try then
I'll never know
Just as long as I am careful for
The woman's womb...
