Testo Caisse - Cloud Rat

Caisse

First breath
The winded pathway out of the womb
Calloused hands pulled a pop release
Deep browns full of black, nothing but ropes and seeds
Am I a gift? Why do I feel so much pain?
My milk. My mother. Machine of a life
Mother, mother. Machine of a life
Separated and scared, I’ve broken my neck
An offering: Bastard boy, beautiful beast
Open your mouth, wounded screams
If you could only see
If you could only see
Look at me
There is no sustenance in the rape and murder of others