A dying mother is always in need
Hair down, boy in her arms, eternally
In pain and in need of beauty
Suffering for the chance to breed the free
He who is free must learn to crush the free
The weakness, the freedom, of spiritual destiny

A moribund father exhales love as he bleeds
Barren head, lesions, afflicted internally
His arms still carry the burdening weight
Of passing on failure, breeding deceit
His fingers still fold, his nails are all cracked
Easy to look to the heavens when forced on your back

Died long before
Better off sterile than lording over a sick race
Mother earth and father God breed only disgrace
Pray for new vacancy
On your knees at your grave
Pass on the bloodline
Slave of a slave of a slave of a slave
Perpetuated dream of a knave

Beautiful heir, here are your heirlooms
Pass down the darkness
Pass down the illness
Pass down resentment
Pass down regret
Pass down the appetite
Pass down the ruinous
Pass down the laughter
Pass down the love

Ancient father, progenitor of reverie
Worldly mother, microcosm elementary
Disaffected children, loneliness in their biology
Fate sold to them, victims of modernity
From the cell to the human
To the colony to the country
To the planet to the galaxy

To the cosmos and beyond
We see only our father
Only our mother
And we know we've been betrayed
We are too small to betray