When Mama Was Moth
The sunburst the snowblind

A chill of fear running down my brook

Mama was queen I was a worker bee

Chills all start screaming

Ribbed and veined

The sunburst that the snowblind

A chill of fear running down my brook

When mama was moth I took bulb form

Body electric

Writhe in vain

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching

My blue etching