He was his mother's son
He was his brother's keeper
He was a loaded gun
She was a heavy sleeper
And every now and then
He'd walk the streets in silence
And he'd remember when
It all was new
She took a sip of wine
She saw what lay inside him
Shadows of her design
With flesh and blood to bind them
And when the anger stirred
She prayed to god for guidance
But if he even heard
She never knew
Crossing over to the other side
He was his mother's son, through and through
Better off for her to run and hide
He was his mother's son, through and through
He set himself apart
She tried so hard to teach him
To keep an open heart
But she could never reach him
And in his darkest days
His thoughts would turn to violence
And when she met his gaze
She felt it too
Crossing over to the other side
He was his mother's son, through and through
Better off for her to run and hide
He was his mother's son, through and through
And in his darkest days
His thoughts would turn to violence
And when she met his gaze
She felt it too
Crossing over to the other side
He was his mother's son, through and through
Better off for her to run and hide
He was his mother's son, through and through
Not a solitary road in sight
He was his mother's son, through and through
Hoping just to make it through the night
He was his mother's son, through and through
Oh, how it called to him
Oh, how it called to him
Oh, how it called to him
Oh, how it called to him
Oh, how it called to him
Oh, how it called to him
Oh, how it called to him