We made you the store house of our guilt and shame
So we had to hide you
Each step towards the temple
was a departure from nature
what the water washed away had to accumulate somewhere
There was no denial on your face
Only we denied ourselves
What did we want then?
The father reaching out to us?
Oh the uncertainty!
The fruits of denial dispersing through posterity
So we had to hide you
Each step towards the temple
was a departure from nature
what the water washed away had to accumulate somewhere
There was no denial on your face
Only we denied ourselves
What did we want then?
The father reaching out to us?
Oh the uncertainty!
The fruits of denial dispersing through posterity