Cole's Response

It doesn't matter though, does it?

It starts off slow, though you can't keep up

Feel your feet sink to the ground

It wants you here, and it won't let go

Pull you deeper and deeper until you can't be found

Where do I want to be?

Either way, you'll be there with me

I don't think that I could see

Oh!

The seeds are growing inside

They want to be free

If I crawl out, it leaves you hollow

I carry nothing but the breath I borrow

Let it hurt

It won't end until you say it should

It's never up to me, silly!

Pluck my eyes, cut my hair

Break my teeth until it's fair

Let it bleed, let it dry

Let it be

Let it be!

It won't get easier

If that's what I think

Slow as the gravel rumble beneath the leathers

Tearing what it could cling to

Scatter

Scatter, they

They do