Walked through the hall of reflection
There I bared my soul
For months I carried this weight
Got used to uncomfortable
Faces leap from mirrors dotted along the path
Each one it swears they have answers to all the questions
That my lost heart could ask
And when the monarchy tires
They lust for violence
and so they send out the paupers
And the mother is cryin'
She's singing "Bring my children home!"
She's screaming "Bring my children home!"
All that I've learn from life
I cannot purport to know
Energy constantly transforms
If there's a meaning it's probably meaningless
And when the monarchy tires
They lust for violence
and so they send out the paupers
And the father is cryin'
He's sreaming "Bring my children home!"
He's singing "Bring my children home!"
Stand tall my brothers!
Naked as a flame
You're the one they wanted, now
Give back the Mother's heart!
Buried beneath the blame
Stay true my sisters!
Impervious to their shame
Living vicarious
all they feel
Detachment