Clouds Motherson
Society's thin veil just covers you and me
If anyone raised it they'd see savages underneath
I am the mother and you are the son
You wear symbols on your skin
You wear your hair unbound
We worship our dark gods by a merging of sky and ground
I am the mother and you are the son
Ever seeking your opinions
You come unto me the cycle begins
Come in all pride, pride will abate
Will rise and fall that is your fate
I am the earth you are the sky
Nature dictates the laws we live by
Ever seeking your origins
Cleave unto me the cycle continues
That which is deeply hidden
Lures you like fruit forbidden
What was is and always will be
I am the mother you find your home in me
You are the son you find your home in me
What was is and always will be