I've grown insane, mother, father?
Why keep me fettered in this pastoral cell?
I know none else can
For not even I can see the skin that binds me
Still lighter than the flesh of mourning mother
Lighter even than the air she breathes
She'd best prepare
Best prepare
Mother, father
I'll shred you limb from limb
Let your fluids spew forth and into me
Flow as rivers, by this savage ritual
Now I'm free
Broken chains
Bespeak my release
Now I am unleashed
Unleashed