Walked through the hall of reflection there I bend my soul For months I carried this weight Got use to uncomfortable Faces leap from the mirror Dotted along the path Each one swears they have answers To all the questions ??? I ask
And when the monarchy tires It lusts for violence And so they send out the paupers And the mother is crying She's singing bring my children home, home She's singing bring my children home, home
All that I learned in my life I can not afford to know And as it constantly transforms If there's a me Well it's probably meaningless
And when the monarchy tires It only lusts for violence To entertain all the paupers And your father is crying He's singing bring my children home, home He's singing bring my children home, home
Stand tall my brother Naked as a flame through the war that they wanted now
Give back the mother's heart Buried neath the plain