We were born into homes our parents found.
No one can blame us for eating our way out.
Now I've fallen, and I can't give up.
I want to know why and how it happened.
Even Saturn kept his halo, or at least his rings,
when devouring his children.
But things are different now—I just can't keep 'em down.
I keep throwing up, spitting, vomiting while offing my offspring.
It's not what I wanted.
What I wanted was to never fall at all,
but they said it's over.