And They Were Before You Were Born
Weep, my soul.
All the old things are broken
And they were before you were born.
You’ve found out now, now, slowly now.
All the old things are broken
And they were before you were born.
Weep and cry
Give a sigh and writhe inside.
Were they all simple fears, or lies?
It all goes dark, dark, darker now.
All the old things are broken
And they were before you were born.
Weren’t they whole?
Did they break of their accord
Or is a keener guilt at play?
Are we all blind, blind, blinded now?
All the old things are broken
And they were before you were born.
Wrath, my soul,
This is what you feel inside
For what was handed down to you.
It can’t be right, right, righted now.
All the old things are broken
And they were before you were born.
Why still try?
What’s not bleak, dead, or dire?
So I’ll just desert man for good —
Not come back — now, now, lonely now.
All the old things are broken
And they were before you were born.
All the old things are broken
And they were before you were born.
And they were before you were born.
