Patriarchal generations
Litanies of guilt and shame
Walk the line of his creation
Carry on his ghastly name
Litanies of guilt and shame
Walk the line of his creation
Carry on his ghastly name
Mother asks her child why
The child did not let her die
On bed of tears the tired mother lies
Her son, a man undone inside
When all is still and silent
This deep wound is exposed
With broken door forced open
All other doors are closed
Mother asks her child why
The child did not let her die
On bed of tears the tired mother lies
Her son, a man undone inside
Patriarchal generations
Litanies of guilt and shame
Walk the line of his creation
Carry on his ghastly name
When all is still and silent
This deep wound is exposed
With broken door forced open
All other doors are closed
When all is still and silent
This deep wound is exposed
With broken door forced open
All other doors are closed
(We are done fighting, tear down the sun and moon)
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