Don't come back as a baby, baby
My hands were not made to twist
The infant, your soft resurrection
A pig on a glowing spit
I am no more home than you are
I am no more home than you
(Just a bit of scattered grit)
Don't you dare come back as mine
I will laugh you right outta my womb
I will treat you like nobody's baby
I will dress you in itchy wool
I am not your home, I'm not
I am not your home, I'm not
And I am not your fool
What if you came back as another? Don't you dare, don't you dare
Through embers
Through...