Woolworm

Mending slowly, all wounds, effortlessly
 As the burden of his sunken child is lifted but effortlessly again carried
 Faintly to 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
 Like the fallen pieces of the broken ground which he now moves on
 This ground so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled
 He recounted with the weight of the sunken earth
 And still he moves on
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 This is Earth, Earth which he 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, this precious time spent, moments in gravity
 All this anxious waiting, all this time spent waiting
 All this pain that you know, all this effortless moving, all this pain that you will ever know
 In waking hours, time spent in these moments
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 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 angels and a night sky
 Racing
 Racing, yelling softly
 This is the moment
 This is the moment
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 A look to heaven, sighing tears of angels and a night sky
 This is the moment
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 Holding moments and forgiving relevance, it is in his heart
 Calling behind the sadness of empty fields
 In these moments of time, time well spent, time knows better
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 Behind tired eyes, behind tired eyes, I think he's waiting
 Knowing your destiny, he calls him the angry son
 This is the moment
 This is the moment
 This is the moment
 This is the moment of truth, it's hard to say
 Running out of time
 They don't know me, it's hard to say
 They don't know me
 This is the next last moment
 I am the angry son
 I am the angry son
 I am the angry son
 I am the angry son
 This is the moment
 This is the moment
 I am the angry son
 I am the angry son
 I am the angry son
 I am the angry son
 Sighing tears of angels and a night sky, this is the moment