Part III

Broken, eating, open the sore open the door crying, "This is the new floor!" It’s where all the lonely ones go so pack your bags the train leaves soon for you. You have become that thing that you said you'd never be. The thing that you said you'd never be. The thing that you said you'd hate to be, that thing that you said you'd never be, the one that you said you could not be. Now now now you are that one. Are you proud of what you've been and what you've become?

Blessed are the meek and the poor in spirit, the ones who say what you thought they'd never say, and you thought you’d never hear it. Blessed are the meek that crawl head first on the ground. Blessed are the meek with their low moaning sound. This is the new, this is the new you.

"You said you'd never be a fractioned blind version of me, but now you’ve proven wrong and become what they were all afraid to see. You are me! You are me! You are me!”

Little one, a fractioned bruised broken empty little song.
You said you'd never be you said you'd never be.

"Blessed are the meek that crawl on their knees blessed are the meek who'll own all that they see in the land, in the land, in the land given to you by me."

Blessed are the meek because they will see.