Jocasta (Demo)

When the babies born

Oh, let's turn it to the snow

So that ice will surely grow

Over weak and brittle bones

Oh, let's leave it to the wolves

Oh, their teeth turn it to food

Oh, its flesh keeps them alive

Oh, its death helps life survive

Oh, the world can be kind in its own way

Oh well your future's a machine

With the mechanics of a dream

It is your mind that spins the wheel

And your heart that makes you feel

All the guilt for all your sins

Oh and as that wheel spins

Oh well it plays as they believed

And for your husband you have grieved

Oh the world

Still decieves you as it turns

Well in my weakest moments I could see

Oh that the heart may be

The weakest part of me

Oh and the moon controls

The movements of the tide

Oh but it has no weight on the movements of my mind