Gradually, this womb is collapsing
Will you be inside to take the pain away?
I can feel you dying
Your hands press against my rib cage
Leave these fields fruitless and barren
Just go, empty and wasted
Leave these fields, empty and barren
Just go, empty and wasted
Gradually this womb is collapsing
Will you be there to take away the pain
I can feel you die
Your hands press against my rib cage
Leave this womb, fruitless and broken
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