There is a string that pulls me,
Through my mouth to the beam,
Up to the wood and through the tree.

If you gather close you will see
Under my clothes and in the seam,
There is a string that pulls me

It binds my gut, I am not free
Ever to climb, never to scream
Up to the wood and through the tree.

I couldn't look, or bear to see
Her muscles tear, her flesh teem
Or cut the string that pulls me

Umbilical though it may be,
I do not help her join the team
Up to wood and through the tree

I leave her in the hole to be,
To rot, to curdle like the cream.
There was a string that pulled me
Up to the wood and through the tree.