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!
Let go of your... undead son!
Mother, help your... undead son!
Let me go, undead son!
Undead son!
Mother, help your... undead son!
Let go of your... undead son!
Mother, help your... undead son!
Let me go, undead son!
(Undead! Undead!)
Mother, help your... undead son!
(Undead! Undead!)
Mother, help your... undead son!
(Undead! Undead!)
Let go of your... undead son!
(Undead! Undead!)
Mother, help your... undead son!
(Undead! Undead!)
Mother, help your... undead son!
(Undead! Undead!)
(Undead! Undead!)
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