The truth is that I want no children
Mamma says theres still time yet
I want no kith no kine no future
When I don't love what I am

They say that mankind hath dominion
Over sea and land and air
I think it's love that we are made of!
That's the measure of a man

I want to tower over no one
Grind no bones to make my bread
There is no real love that you've control of
I want to free all that I can

The truth is that I want no children
No earthly kin to call my own
I feel the ghost of my creation
Kill my name, call me home
Kill my name, call me home