Inhabit the Wound - Silent Planet

My son, my son

Borne from the war, we trade shovels for swords

My son, my son

Inherit the earth, inhabit the wound

Oh how far we fall

We fall

My love, my love

Captive to lusts: consumed

My love, my love

Buried beneath the vile machine

The earth with a final gasp shook free from our inventions

Grace and nature reconciled I heard, «It is finished»

The final seal was broken, the concussion blew me back

I teetered on the edge of recreation and the wrath

Nine Lovers stumbled out from their shells of brokenness

They reached inside their wounds to find the seeds borne from their suffering

Coalesce upon me to plant the tree of life inside the heart of the machine

Reach inside, heal the wound, make us whole