Jocasta

When the babies born

Oh let's turn it to the snow

So that ice will surely grow

Over weak and brittle bones

Oh let's leave it to the wolves

So their teeth turn it to food

Oh it's flesh keeps them alive

Oh it's death helps life survive

Oh the world can be kind in it's own way

Oh well your future's a machine

With the mechanics of a dream

It is your mind that spins the wheel

And your heart that makes you feel

All the guilt for all your sins

Oh and as that wheel spins

Oh well it plays as they believed

And for your husband you have grieved

Oh the world

Still decieves you as it turns

And in my weakest moments I could see

Oh that the heart may be

The weakest part of me

Oh and the moon controls

The movements of the tide

Oh but it has no weight on the movements of my mind

But if you turn your hands to flames

Oh the light will burn the same

Whether you just pass it through

Or if it's what you're meant to do

Then your sense of culpability

Is from the guards that you perceived

There comes to part

When you believe will show your grace

Oh when you turn to the ghost

Oh by now the love you found

Is lazy in the muddy ground

Oh the day will let you down

Because you're cursed

But still go on the same