Girl: I love you she said as though it were true
Falling head over heels into you
Now I am pregnant with our baby boy
Forever your lover and sufferer

Baby boy: Giver of life and the nail in my soul
This is anthema
The story grows old
Still the same boy that was sewn from your ground
It's the weight of you pulling me down

Boy: I love you he said and knew it was true
Girl: I can't be in this marriage with you
Now this is our second child in my womb
No longer your lover and sufferer

Baby boy: rivers of love and a trust so betrayed
This is anthema
The bed that we've made
Still the same boy that was sewn from your ground
It's the weight of you pulling me down

And you lie as the vultures surround the height that I push up
My halo could come crushing like a wave

Giver of life and the nail in my soul
This is anthema
The story grows old
Still the same boy that was screaming inside
Pushing my youth through the years of my life
Forever we trust in forever this sound
It's the weight of you pulling me down
It's anthema my voice and this sound