Eleventh He Reaches London - The Slough lyrics

I dreamt I was In a ward of maternity And planned my life ahead And the child was completely f**ed And you stayed buried in Embracing hibernation In one way or another You're pregnant with a cost Of regret With building families With men like me around the child so Lest, we forget All the symbolistic images of virgin births we pray are true I've got hands around my neck And I'm socially expected To lead a child to excellence Oh lest, we forget All the broken homes with absent dads, who wanted more then turned around and said How's my girl? How's my girl? How's the girl I've left to raise this child alone How's my girl? How's my girl? How's my girl who lays in rapture with her child So let's take a dagger to my heart and my wrist I'm miserable and the world should see me die So let's take a pillow and press it on my face I'm exhausted and the world should see me sleep So let's take a dagger to my heart and my wrist Oh I'm miserable and the world should see me die There's the good fight And a black hole Of a birth right That my god stole There's his rapture shaking hands, with his guilt he'll always know