Paroles de Inhabit The Wound

My son, my son borne from the war We trade shovels for swords My son, my son Inherit the earth, inhabit the wound Oh how far we fall, we fall My love, my love captive to lusts: Consumed My love, my love buried beneath the vile machine The earth with a final gasp Shook free from our inventions Grace and nature reconciled I heard: It is finished The final seal was broken The concussion blew me back I teetered on the edge of re-creation and the wrath Nine Lovers stumbled out From their shells of brokenness They reached inside their wounds To find the seeds borne from their suffering Coalesce upon me to plant the tree of life Inside the heart of the machine Reach inside Heal the wound Make us whole