The time is ripe for killing The dream that never came true I came wearing a white gown Now I'm burying it in the cold ground For I wish no longer to be bound to you The time is ripe for cutting Through the illusions we've been clinging to I enter the void With resolute pride For I know now what I must do The time is ripe for the slaughter And letting the blood run freely Expel from my body The putrid mess inside me And call back my magic to me The time is ripe for burying The bones of abandoned futures I've pulled out the knife The ruins are blooming with new life And I won't let you rip out the sutures The time is ripe for offerings To the Spirits I've disappointed Lay myself bare Confess I was fully aware And humbly ask to be anointed The time is come for stillness And mindful cultivation of light Soothing the sting And the sorrows of losing By singing with all of my might