Are we orphans?
A forgotten kind?
Learn to see now
Take it all inside

There's the smell now
Others we'll become
Fear and misery
Iodoform and fries

Deep in the swarm
Hold on, Mother
To these shaky hands
In open water
Save me, Father
From the rising flood

Then one morning
We are still... still what?
Ancient torso
Urging us to change

Deep in the swarm
Hold on, Mother
To these shaky hands
In open water
Save me, Father
From the rising flood

Well..

If only I wasn't so afraid


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