Thelwell

Relativity

Like the Son has yet to see,
Master always tells tales,
Of how the world relates to you.
It was just a thought that you would be conceived,
Just a fresh start from your mother's womb,
A theory that fools desperation,
I'm desperate for this relation,
I will try to shake this on my own.
Brave, I'm feeling up to par,
Reborn from a fresh start,
Just like this family blood is richer than water,
It is soiled with concern,
But given this circumstance,
It's just my last chance to swallow.
Like the Son has yet to see,
Master will forever tell tales,
Oh, I insist upon relativity to condemn it's master,
As this master has condemned me.
Brave, I'm feeling up to par,
Reborn from a fresh start,
Just like this family blood is richer than water,
It is soiled with concern,
But given this circumstance,
It's just my last chance to swallow.
Oh, little child, what do I mean to you?
I'll conceal this tale with no breathing room.
Oh, little child, what do I mean to you?
I'll conceal this tale with no breathing room.
Brave, I'm feeling up to par,
Reborn from a fresh start,
Just like this family blood is richer than water,
It is soiled with concern,
But given this circumstance,
It's just my last chance to swallow.