If Man Is Five - Postcranial Debris lyrics

I can remember as a child when it all seemed so like a game Collect the stones inside my pocket, hear the noises that they made But when my mother doesn't come home and I realize I cast the first stone FUCK Oh God how could I? Oh God what have I done? The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes All aware one of them will die My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief The tradition is a lie... And all the shame, these sullied hands, the blood seeping into the soil Oh God purge this stain from my soul, restore the innocence I've lost For this I never can forgive myself Drowning in my gene pool, will I sink or swim? Oh God what have I become? Oh God free my from this burden? The mob approaches with rocks in their hands All aware that the time has come No one wins...