All of a sudden you're dead The ground cracks and takes you in You've no time to be born again There was nothing where something had been But every grave that blooms is anchored in miles of roots In the seed is the tree In the flesh is the feast There were worms in the hearts that you hoard They devour their way to the soul and the world is weakened from within A hole opens up and you're dead When I was pregnant I burned a witch alive At a hundred and one years old I gave birth to a cloud of smoke We are part of a great machine that inefficiently cycles grief In the beginning it puts the end and every cause is after effect There were worms in the hearts that you hoard They devour their way to the soul and the world is weakened from within A hole opens up and you're dead There's too much poison in our glass to make a toast to our health The cave that I built a kingdom on won't carry my weight The past is clearer than it's ever been Our mistakes made our selves Blood rushes out of our phantom limbs We take on the water we're floating in but I'll never be clean