It doesn't matters though, does it?
It starts off slow, though you can't keep up,
Feel your feet sink to the ground,
It wants you here and it won't let go,
Pull you deeper and deeper until you can't be found,
Where do I want to be?
Either way you'll be there with me!
I don't think that I could see,
Oh! The seeds are growing inside,
They want to be free,
If I crawl out, it leaves you hollow,
I carry nothing but the breath I burrow,
Let it hurt, it won't end until you say it should,
Pluck my eyes, cut my hair,
Break my teeth until it's fair,
Let it bleed,
Let it dry,
Let it be!(Let it be!),
It won't get easier,
If that's what I think,
Slow as the gravel rumble beneath the leathers,
Tearing what it could cling to,
Scatter,
Scatter,
They do.
