White Braid - Seven Sisters of Sleep

thrown into a losing battle

inherited from the diseased womb

disconnected from a life source.

cut off too soon

withdrawals at birth

time to start that fucking search again, cut off too soon

withdrawals at birth

looking high and low, for a fucking pseudo womb

nothing compares to that sweet taste

high and low, inching closer to the womb

sweet taste, blows through the satisfied lips

it feels like i’m coming home