Meek - Nostalghia

I wonder sometimes

If I’m uh

Bed of thorns

A predator parading

Rotting wood

Suckling from

My mothers wirey form

So incapacitated, elevated

Still negated, excalative, innovative

Meanwhile my father

Shoots the gun

And I grow up in powder smoke

And no one knows me, no one knows

No one knows me

No one knows

Umbilical in suede, killed of milk

And still un-paid

Wounds of fraud and filth

That fade between my lips

That spill and crave’n

Heard a sound, just one sound

Oh so loud

God it’s loud

Losing time, broken mime

Nothing’s mine

No, nothing’s mine

I wonder sometimes if I’m uh

A book of worms

A slimy disillusion sleeping

In the deepest of cores

An apple of stars

Starry eyed surprised

Blinding light and bending lies

Finding time to realize

Meanwhile you’re shooting

At my bod

You watch me stumble

In the plague

It’s oh so vague, it’s all so vague

It’s oh so vague, it’s all so vague