Downward

[Verse]

Like a blind tern

Its flight is caged, its wings are weighted and drawn

Like highs with low ends

Peaking resplendence before a downward spiral

Like an old oak

It swells and dries with the turn of the seasons

Like a sneaking boar

Digs through the layers of loam and of dirt and time

[Chorus]

For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel

So does the weeping mother probe her clutch

Like an old worn oak beam swells and dries

In the wetness and the turn of the seasons

So does flesh

[Bridge]

Your corpse laid out like a fouled white sponge

Clumps of muscle and skin freed from the shame of being you

It's not enough to succeed when others must fail

A dry heaving circus of inhumanity

[Chorus]

Like the sneaking boar with a haunch packed with lead

Digs through layers of loam and dirt for the jewel of a jewel

For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel

So does the weeping mother probe her clutch

Miracle boon of the muddy banks