Humming
Die in a ditch Wayward, Daughter
Suffer still Wayward, Son
Oh you might think you would, rather
Fight
Oh its not, its not too late to run
Little one
Humming
Bring you in
Take you out
Surrounded, unloved one
Its ok, to die alone
Little one
Raised in hatred
Survive
Replicate it
Humming
Birth you
Bind you
Break you
Throw you out
Humming
You'd have us bound and boneless
With the honus on us
To show
We've the right to grow
You choose
To be one with the old
Coooned in a cowl, forever cold
Monsters in your house, not under the bed
Let go
Monsters in your house, not under the bed
Let go
Monsters in your house, not under the bed
Let go
Monsters in your house, not under the bed
Let go
You look past millennia of pain
No need to wash away
Teardrops in the rain