There was once a boy With knives stuck in his voice All he wanted, all he wanted was a little affection Until one day he came To tempt his mother’s taste All she wanted, all she wanted was to spread her infection He returns alone Changes here nor there Does he want some Does he want a little insurrection? Withhold my regrets Insomnatic fate Opt out of incision Tear down the reason I’ve just gotta get out of here
Spit and spindle we refuse Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend Her restless limbs
They’ve stolen all my love Buried in absentia Can you hear my vitreous heart Breaking in absentia Smokestacks burn I won’t turn I won’t ever let you go
They’ve stolen all my love Yes, they’ve stolen all my love
Taken by the night Dye the gates remembrance Check the puzzle, does it fit When the son gives up his throne What becomes of this theft
Dasehra, make these shackles go away
Dasehra, won’t you help me stand my ground if I should fall
Dasehra, as long as I am injured Dasehra, as long as I remember