Moonface Minotaur Forgiving Poseidon Lyrics

Why, Poseidon
I suppose you are the closest thing I happen to have
To a beginning

Why, Poseidon
I suppose there was no way to know what had to happen
When you released my father

In the form of a bull
From the foam of the sea
In the form of a bull
From the foam of the sea
In the form of a slick white bull
From the slick white foam of the sea

Why, Poseidon
I suppose you never chose for me to live this way
So I forgive you
As I would have forgiven you anyway

But I have so many questions!

Was his colour inspired by mother of pearl?
Did you fashion his hide from pieces of coral?
Did the horns come from skeletons of men that you swallowed in
Storms?
Or did you just summon up the very first animal that swam into
Your skull?
Oh, why, Poseidon
Why a white bull?
Why?

And why would you make him so lovely
Then wonder why the sacrificer couldn't draw back the blade
Did you want him to break that promise he made
So he would burn, burn in his bathhouse grave

This is what I have
Black mud
Grey stone
Walls
Halls
Corners
Bones

This is what you have
The entire colourful open sea
This is what I do
Sit
Wait
Murder
Eat
This is what you do
You don't let things be
You don't let questions just hang in the spray
You make angels
And they make monsters

Was his colour inspired by mother of pearl?
Did you fashion his hide from pieces of coral?
Did the horns come from skeletons of men that you swallowed in
Storms?
In the form of a bull
From the foam of the sea
In the form of a bull
From the foam of the sea
In the form of a slick white bull
From the slick white foam of the sea

Why, Poseidon?
Why, Poseidon?
I suppose there was no way to know what had to happen