the wilds on their chains

[transientbandit]

dear mama can you feel my bones up
rising to the clear grey sky
while the wilds on their chains a cryin
"oh why dear mama why oh why."

and their wailin's so hard and pretty
prayin to a godless sky,
and your willin their wilds be a breakin,
they're prayin to a god to die.

with their necks tween your teeth decidin,
be a bite or a kiss, a cry
an' like the life you once did give them
you break what was once your wild inside.

dear mama can you feel my bones up
rising to the clear grey sky....