I wish we could see that these plants come from a seed
These aren't our bodies
It was we who made them bleed
And now we beg and plead
This world is full of weeds
My heart is waging a war on creation
I doubt that I'll ever cut through
I'll hold high a mirror, and hope you don't hear her
Pray you'll be distracted by you
I wish we could see, but this world is lit dimly
These aren't our bodies
I'm thirsty. I'm hungry
I go back to the tree
I know just what I need
My heart is waging a war on creation
I doubt that I'll ever cut through
I'll hold high a mirror, and hope you don't hear her
Pray you'll be distracted by you