Текст песни Misc Unsigned Bands - Big Swamp Gospel - I Have Returned To You Oh I Know Not What Is Good Tommy Sage

Father's sick and father's dying. 
Every breath he takes sounds like the grinding of the mill. 
  The bugs are quick but none are flying. 
They dart across his face and stop in pores to drink their fill. 

He smiles through it all, and a faintly crimson foam 
forms at the corners of his mouth as he screams: "Well, welcome home." 

You are one of us.   Oh, you thought that you could run. 
Oh, young Icarus, you were not made for the sun. 
You will do the work, just like your daddy done. 
You are nothing but the yarn your grandma spun. 

  Mother's glad that he is dying. 
And she beats him with a broomstick if he ever tries to speak.
  And they both laugh because he's crying. 
Their cackles echo through the house and wake you from your sleep. 

You smile through it all, and a faintly evil poem 
begins to form upon your lips. And you mumble: "Welcome home." 

I have returned to you.   Oh, I know not what is Good.          ]
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But I will bury you.    Two fathers slumbering in wood.         ]

I will do the work, just like my daddy done. 
I am your murderer, I am your prodigal son.