Matter

Wait, it will come
 Cold, to the touch
 Pray it will call and answer
 But I'll try to make you feel the hurt
 Ever creeping closer
 I will wait
 Through distraction
 Through the taste
 And maybe nothing comes of age
 The cruelest patterns find the vein
 Feel the hurt
 Holy child
 Through the womb
 Do you cry?
 Say the word
 Crawl to her
 Like a worm in the dirt
 As our breathing falters
 Slowing pace
 Through the matter
 Through the waste
 Failing nothing
 Lie in wait
 A cruel distortion finds a name
 Ever creeping closer, finds the vein
 Feel the hurt
 Holy child
 Through the womb
 Do you cry?
 Say the word
 Crawl to her
 Like a worm in the dirt
 Turning it to the light
 A needle to the curve
 Failing we're losing sight
 Of all that was learnt
 Watching the pieces fall now
 And witness your word
 See how the faces fade
 With my fingers to the bone