When I was a child you spoke of a room
Where the universe sat on a throne
And the stars and the planets and asteroid bands
Were etched into windows and stone

And the floor was composed of the gods we had known
In eons that long since had passed
Where you wrapped me in starstuff adorned with a cloud
And said love would be there if I asked

So I scattered the seeds that you'd left in my hand
But they sprung up as iron bars
And no one can see these children who bleed
Through the God who created their scars

We collected the blood in the buckets that once
Had washed our babies clean
And we danced what was left of the children we loved
To the place where you murdered our Queen

And we watered the ground with the people that you
Sacrificed for a barren dream
And you watched mothers cry from your chair in the sky
While your ivory tower gleamed

When I was a child you spoke of a room
Where the universe sat on a throne
But nobody said it was built on the dead
Or carved out of human bone