Repeater - Moor Mother

Over our head

Repeater, deceiver

Over our head

Death precedes me

My nation, my parliament, my ritual of wealth

You hold death over our head

You hold life over our head

I hope you get what you’ve been giving out

I hope you choke on all the memories

No light, just insecurities, false hope and new enemies

Who taught you to be a witness of our mother’s death?

Who taught you to be a witness of our mother’s death?

You are saying you love her after you’ve broken her heart

My blood, the blood, our blood boils in response

And I have killed you in my mind’s eye

And I can’t wait to be free from the stench of generosity

I want and wish nothing from you but a haunting of a ghost

Leave me, don’t speak to me again

Come back when you are made of ashes

No windows in a box

Guess you dead

Guess it’s over our head

Maybe we matter, she said

Let me go ask mascots, tell you what he said

The world’s a ghetto, just ask the bedbugs in my bed

Just ask the fucking sand

Is it code red or code dead?

They’re coming along to the song of the DJ punting

And saying something