Surrender Your Sons...

Left alone

Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire
So I place these scales over my eyes
Don't touch me, I'm sick
You whisper, but I hear only what I choose

Hello my good old friend
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Will I look back and stare
And wonder if she is way back there?

But afterwards my mouth
Will be filled with gravel
And I'm left alone

You know that feeling of fear and desperation
In the pit of your stomach making you nauseous
Excitement, apprehension
You wish you could lose it all

Hello my good old friend
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Will I look back and stare
And wonder if she is way back there?

Hello my good old friend
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Will I look back and stare
And wonder if she is way back there?

But afterwards my mouth
Will be filled with gravel
And I'm left alone

The fear of dealing with this is stronger
Than the fear of just forgetting this
And future, I am scared of you

Left alone

Hello my good old friend
Your hand pulls me back from that mire
Will I look back and stare
And wonder if she is way back there?

I swear I'll find my way back
To the light now that I'm left alone