the quickening

Lyrics

the quickening is an ephemeral thing, that only happens in the dark, like catching lightning in a jar, and the pain that it brings, is just the promise of spring, it's madness on the way, oh, what does it mean. to come alive, to come alive, to come alive, to come alive, to come alive, to come alive, the entering is soulful conjecturing, oh, lost and by the wind grieved ghost, come back to me again, because the way that she bleeds, is in the law that he reads, confusing words and deeds, so what does it mean. to pierce the vein of the sacred and profane, poor science, in service of a faith, but who will bear the mark of cain?,