The Body - Prescience lyrics

Your taste for literature did
Not come from your
Father, who read little but from your mother
Who taught it you wondered
How, being so different
They could have formed a union but
You noted that in you there was a mixture
Of the violence of the one and the
Gentleness of the other your
Father exerted his violence on others your
Mother was sympathetic
To the suffering of others
One day you directed the violence you had
Inherited towards yourself
You dished it out like your father and
You took it like your mother

An empty room patterns the tears
Ingrains the days with haunting presence
Always angry at what's been said
And been left unsaid
Reaching backward but we are finished
Smiles and fleeting moments
Or farewells as disease takes hold
Stumbling hopes and chance to
Remain in your presence withheld