Seven Sisters Of Sleep - White Braid lyrics

thrown into a losing battle inherited from the diseased womb disconnected from a life source. cut off too soon withdrawals at birth time to start that f**ing search again, cut off too soon withdrawals at birth looking high and low, for a f**ing pseudo womb nothing compares to that sweet taste high and low, inching closer to the womb sweet taste, blows through the satisfied lips it feels like I'm coming home