Lullaby For An Angel's Egg Pt. 1

Did you do that to yourself?
There's things we don't talk about

(Stop it, I don't like it)

Everything, too loud
Everything, too loud

(Stop it, I don't like it)

Drips down your neck
She is in the floor

Everything, too loud
Everything, too loud

The little girl will not look at any of this stuff
She was looking backwards
At the little ones who were still inside of her
At the little one who is trying to stand up
The little one that's still crawling
At the little boys and the little girls who are still in there
At the ten year olds and the teenagers
And she was looking back at mommy, who still holds power to her
And still holds the ring
And outside of them is anger, I'm angry
I'm angry that it's taking so many goddamn people to put me together again