I hear, I speak, counted the words all of my life.
I see, I dream, if world's a womb, I 'd be the knife.
I run, I flee, your fingers just won't leave my head.
I hear you speak for those I left for dead.
I hear, I speak, the tongues are forked, the ears distort.
I see, I dream, your world's a horde against my fort.
I run, I flee, the vermin stalk within my walls.
I hear them speak their dirt within my halls.
Mother help your... Undead son
Let go of your... Undead son
Mother help your... Undead son
Let me go... Undead son
I walk, I 'm dead, I 'm slowly eaten from inside.
I walk this walk, been walking since I died.
Mother help your... Undead son
