It's underway, your history burns The only tie to tomorrow, and the present... It's always gone It's in your spine, your mouth gives birth To the innocent, stillborn, and the rape... Is such a bore Somebody is blessed to forget Someone is cursed to remember You're too unwise to suffer I am I, and you... Will drown in virtue In his eyes you're a wet-nurse Sour milk to the children, and infanticide... Is already done