The Slough

I dreamt I was
in a ward of maternity
and planned my life ahead
and the child was completely fucked

And you stayed buried in
embracing hibernation
In one way or another
You're pregnant with a cost

Of regret
With building families
With men like me around the child so

Lest, we forget
All the symbolistic images of virgin births we pray are true

I've got hands around my neck
and I'm socially expected
To lead a child to excellence

Oh lest, we forget
All the broken homes with absent dads, who wanted more then turned around said

How's my girl?
How's my girl?
How's the girl I've left to raise this child alone

How's my girl?
How's my girl?
How's my girl who lays in rapture with her child

So lets take a dagger to my heart and my wrist
I'm miserable and the world should see me die

So let's take a pillow and press it on my face
I'm exhausted and the world should see me sleep

So lets take a dagger to my heart and my wrist
Oh I'm miserable and the world should see me die

There's the good fight,
And a black hole
Of a birth right
that my god stole
There's his rapture shaking hands, with his guilt he'll always know