Hydra - Showbread

Decisions are a vacuum that drain what’s in your head

And you expend what’s left of you to tuck her into bed

Butler for a human vacuum pouting in itself

She pushed you down and broke your crown and made you someone else

Relieve the sentinels left charge over our grief

Resentment swells to fill the wells where we drown our relief

So if we ever make our choice, break our bones and they’ll rejoice

Sodden waif-slave, nine to five, ruthless reprimand

False empire you’ve built for yourself to be a family man

Your second hand bears not your visage, instead it looks like her

Lost so much of yourself that you’ve forgotten who you were

You’re like a man that has two heads

And I have three or four

It’s likely we’ll be growing more

Wound up the lattice of my neck and split into a fork

Vampire bat stuck to your neck is sucking all your blood

If you ask me three times i will answer you the same

«Lord, you know I love you… though I said I didn’t know your name»

So when I finally make my choice, break my bones and they’ll rejoice