Angry Son

In the stone heart of an angry son, an angry son who has done his swallowing

His memories are bitten pills, so many bitten pills that he has collected

The broken ground he now moves on, this ground so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled

On the way to the sunken earth, and still he moves on

This is earth

Has moved on and collected, settled to his own liking, and still he moves on

A voice in the back of his head reminding him that this is stolen, that this is not his

All these moments, all these precious time spent moments in gravity

All this anxious waiting, all this time spent waiting

All this pain that you know

All this pain that you know

All this pain that you will ever know

In waking hours, time spent in this moment

Though he is living, silently in moments, and forgiving relevance

It is in his heart he is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields

It is in these moments of time well spent

In these moments of gravity, this time well spent, a look to heaven

Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky

Racing, racing

Yelling softly

This is the moment

This is the moment

A look to heaven

Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky

This is the moment

Holding moments and forgiving relevance

It is in his heart

He is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields

It is in these moments of time well spent

In these moments of gravity

This time well spent

A look to heaven

Sighing tears of angel's and a night sky