To Conceive a Plan Songtext

Hemina

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To Conceive a Plan Songtext
You ask me these questions
I've asked myself for years
After all this to find
This savior of mine a peer
Down dangled cord of feather
as the bellows of Jacob sung
Bidded, I climb each tattered rung!

Is this home?
Is this heaven's gift to man?
Make me a child, rid me a father,
rid me a man!

To emerge from this flesh, to be born
To violate law, to be unplanned
Why me?

Fresh-faced, bright-eyed, a believer
A follower of yours beaten to the ground
Her blouse fell to the floor
before she could let out her roar
I stumbled upon this universe
It's catered and fit for me
Its beauty I'm yet to see

Is this home?
Is this heaven's gift to man?
I said man!

Blood and puss coat these walls,
and I'm ripped out with a glove
Was I plucked out by the one above,
or just a product of this rape?

What is this place you call my home?
You call this my home,
what is this place...father?!
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