If I turn on the tap,
it’ll never stop flowing.
If I turn on the rage,
it’ll never stop glowing.
If I turn on my mind,
it’ll never stop knowing.
If I turn on my grief,
it’ll never stop showing.
It will never stop,
this seed I am sewing.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If I turn on the tap,
it’ll never stop flowing.
If I turn on the rage,
it’ll never stop glowing.
If I turn on my mind,
it’ll never stop knowing.
If I turn on my grief,
it’ll never stop showing.
It will never stop,
this seed I am sewing.
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