Theo my son, This song will raise the dead, The spectacle Oh my my my, how will you learn to love? It's not easy, no, without a struggling heart I can only wish you the best of rests When you finally wake, remember those we forget He who tempts the jaws Misguided, lost Quickly redeems the guilt of using those you love Take it from me, you're not alone Home is where you're happy The idols were never born No, they never were born They were made to control us "Look up to me," they say You don't need no reason not to believe Aren't we great? Aren't they stupid? There's no shame pride can't wash Dried bloodstains mark our borders Pray the rain won't whitewash the pain away Candy coated red. Dissolve with time Theo, don't fear the thought of losing those you love Fright will twist your bones, blinding at sight All that there is left to do is remember