So like your father in the face and blood
Terrified and cold
And whispers the coming of a cleansing flood
For you
You hide your filthy hands from all of us
Still unseen and tied
What water these killing hands could ever clean
Still you run
I want to be changed
From the shadow and the tomb
Like water rushing over us
The tide pulls from the moon
Your mother, the passing of a silver ring
Over-sized and cold
This specter will walk the halls of every seed
From you
I want to be changed
From the shadow and the tomb
Like water rushing over us
The tide pulls from the moon
The tide pulls from the moon
Terrified and cold
And whispers the coming of a cleansing flood
For you
You hide your filthy hands from all of us
Still unseen and tied
What water these killing hands could ever clean
Still you run
I want to be changed
From the shadow and the tomb
Like water rushing over us
The tide pulls from the moon
Your mother, the passing of a silver ring
Over-sized and cold
This specter will walk the halls of every seed
From you
I want to be changed
From the shadow and the tomb
Like water rushing over us
The tide pulls from the moon
The tide pulls from the moon