Cole's Response

It doesn't matter though, does it?

It starts off slow, though you can't keep up
Feel your feet sink to the ground
It wants you here and it won't let go
Pull you deeper and deeper until you can't be found

Where do I want to be?
Either way you'll be there with me
I don't think that I could see
Oh, the seeds are growing inside
They want to be free

If I crawl out, it leaves you hollow
I carry nothing but the breath I borrow
Let it hurt, it won't end until you say it should
(It's never up to me silly)

Pluck my eyes, cut my hair
Break my teeth until it's fair
Let it bleed
Let it dry
Let it be
(Let it be)

It won't get easier
If that's what I think
Slow as the gravel rumble beneath the leathers
Tearing what it could cling to

Scatter
Scatter they
They do