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

Stay true my sisters
Impervious to their shame