Mother feeds me, she seeds me.
She warms her children, draws them strong.
We listen to her poison
And let the praise erode with sin
‘Til we have nothing left within.

Bury me ’til I’m suffocating.
Bury me ’til I can’t breathe in.
Bury me ’til I can’t see the sun,
‘Til all I can see is the Son.

Mother tells me to prune her garden
And calls me shepherd, carer.
Forget the stick, here’s a bloom.
Bury that heart beside this flower,
‘Til it has all your power.

Bury me ’til I’m suffocating.
Bury me ’til I can’t breathe in.
Bury me ’til I can’t see the sun,
‘Til all I can see is the Son.

Bury me

Then set me free as the Lion
To tear up her garden
And roar at the gnomes.
Give me claws, give me teeth
Give me all Mother took from my sheath.

Bury me ’til I’m suffocating.
Bury me ’til I can’t breathe in.
Bury me ’til I can’t see the sun,
‘Til all I can see is the Son.

Bury me

Then shout my name
And tell them my might.
Silence her lies
And give me your sight.
Brand me with truth
That I might be a light.

Shout my name so I may scream your own
And guide them from her garden
To your great throne.