Epoch Letra

on our own ocean our mother will swallow us whole



Sometimes families change we have to make our own

Sometimes families made they take out their own

Not our own!!



Tak' tet u'hn stehl something that's outside of me

and seerling everdearling and far enough from it

With our hands making the dream

We're not helping it grow

made it some clothes

patches of thyme spent lying on the floor

and i tore up my arms and made them like wings

well, they could've been anything

Peace. Son a Bitch!

Why must you be this way?



I sing in an empty ocean shell and this is not my home

Only when ego is called can we judge our own

Only when ego is called can we judge our own

Sometimes families change we have to make our own

Sometimes families change and we create our own

Not our own!!!



Tak' tet u'hn stehl something that's outside of me

and seerling everdearling and far enough from it

With our hands making a dream

We're not helping it grow

we've made it some clothes

patches of thyme spent lying on the floor

and it tore up its arms and made them like wings

well, they could've been anything

Please! Son of a bitch.

Why must you be this way?



I sing from a thousand years ago, my song is not my own!