The scent of the cage
the raw touch of its frame.
A place of my own that needs not a name.
My own grand illusions.
My concrete ignorance.
Chorus:
Waiting, here I lay, in utero again
Only my body and the blackness.
with the company of the dead
(Waiting, here I lie, in utero again…)
Such resemblance to the place which I have fled.
Is this my rebirth?
Or have I been misled?
There’s a light coming through the opening
Hours drag their hands
through ash and I know
I need time more than it needs me
Each second casts me further upon this shapeless sea.
I can’t seem to lose my grip from this neck
Intent to disconnect with a glass and a dent.
And I know.. I know,
My hope is my prison.
Now there's a deafening silence
burning through my ears.
So foolish of me to believe
I could have lingered here.
Certainty died the day I followed fear.
In this moment
I am shame
If to linger
Then I am to blame.
Waiting
here I lay, in utero again.
My body and the blackness with the company of the dead.
This is my rebirth
I will not be misled.
I must escape this prison
Just like my hope escaped me.
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