Momamic

His step is fallin hard tonight

Eve has long broken, cold black fell open

Shine burns through fog we sought for shelter from that light.

It's time we eat that dust up and take it in.

It's where we come from, where were goin, where we sin.

We're the boots put us on tie us up, you're the feet

You're the blood, we're the cup runneth over, runneth over me.

The cold moon is looking down on me

It shines my crooked face, my wretched bones, my losing race.

There's no escape, these cruel eyes of stone.

Alone, alone, alone with that cold moon.

Oh lord oh lord oh lord

You said you were comin soon

Good god it's you we love yeah.

Good god look up above, there we are smiling down on you

Step in me fill me up, we're the boots we're the cup

Runneth over, runneth over me

Save us from all we've done with the blood of our

Father's son until that moon turns blood red

Until my wretched face has gone and fled

Until that moon is washed anew

Until these bones can rest again with you….with you ….with you.