Gradually, this womb is collapsing
Will you be inside to take the pain away?
I can feel you dying
Your hands press against my rib cage

Leave these fields fruitless and barren
Just go, empty and wasted
Leave these fields, empty and barren
Just go, empty and wasted

Gradually this womb is collapsing
Will you be there to take away the pain
I can feel you die
Your hands press against my rib cage

Leave this womb, fruitless and broken