When Milk Runs Dry - Ketzer

Stop waiting at the window, mother

There will be no return

Just like the wind took the seeds away

You knew you’d have to cut

The blades, the bonds, the wire

The notion of yourself

And as the wind took the seeds away

I have become the streams

Das Messer schneidet tief ins Fleisch

My blood feeds the earth

Das Messer schneidet tief ins Fleisch

When hearts grow wild

We’re of the same blood

The death of a child

Your love is a punch, pull, death and a cry

When milk runs dry

We’re of the same blood

The death of a child

Your love is the blood red crust on a knife

When milk runs dry

Out of the womb I have returned again

From the door with teeth

Fight back, let go, cut deeper

This is not my skin