Jocasta

When the baby's born,
Oh let's turn it to the snow
So the nights will surely grow
Over weak and brittle bones

Oh lets leave it to the wolves,
So that he turn it to food
Oh its flesh keeps them alive
Oh as death helps like survive
Oh the world can be kind
In its own way

Oh well your futures a machine
With the mechanics of a dream
And its your mind that spins the wheel
And your heart that makes you feel

All the guilt for all your sins
As the wheel spins
Oh well it fades as they believe
And for your husband you have greed

Oh the world still deceives you
As it turns
And in my lucid moments I can see
Oh that the heart may be the weakest part of me

Oh when the moon controls the movements of the tide
But it has no weight on the movement of my mind.

But if you turn your hands to flames
Then the light will burn the same
Whether you just pass it through
Or ifs what you meant to do
Then your sense of culpability
Is from the gods that you perceive
Their constant lies that you believe
Will show you grace

Oh when you turn to ghosts
Oh but now, the love you found
Just lays you down on the muddy ground
The dark cant let you down
Cos your verse
Will still go on the same