Michael Pitt

Death to Birth

From rape to right in, to real to live

should I lie down or stand up

And walk around again?



My eyes finally wide open up

My eyes finally wide open shut

to find the found of sound

That hears the touch of my tears.



Smells the taste of all we waste

Could feed the others

But we smother each other

With the nectar and pucker the sour



Of sugar sweet weather

blows through our trees

Swims through our seas

flies to the last gasp we left on this earth, oh ohh



It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

it's a long lonely journey from death to...

it's a long lonely journey from death to birth

oh, it's a long lonely journey from death to...birth



Should I die again?

Should I die around the pounds of matter wailing to space?

I know I'll never know until I come face to face

With my own cold, dead face

with my own wooden case

You are with me, with me, ooh, ohh, hmm

I'm mourning you ooh, ooh, ohh, hmm



It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

it's a long lonely journey from death to birth

it's a long lonely journey from death to birth

it's a long lonely journey from death to... birth