Undead Son

I hear, I speak Counted the words all of my life I see, I dream If world's a womb, I'd be the knife I run, I flee Your fingers just won't leave my head I hear you speak for those I left for dead I hear, I speak The tongues are forked, the ears distort I see, I dream Your world's a horde against my fort I run, I flee The vermin stalk within my walls I hear them speak their dirt within my halls Mother, help your... undead son! Let go of your... undead son! Mother, help your... undead son! Let me go, undead son! I walk, I'm dead I'm slowly eaten from inside I walk this walk, been walking since I died Mother, help your... undead son! Let go of your... undead son! Mother, help your... undead son! Let me go, undead son! Undead son! Mother, help your... undead son! Let go of your... undead son! Mother, help your... undead son! Let me go, undead son! (Undead! Undead!) Mother, help your... undead son! (Undead! Undead!) Mother, help your... undead son! (Undead! Undead!) Let go of your... undead son! (Undead! Undead!) Mother, help your... undead son! (Undead! Undead!) Mother, help your... undead son! (Undead! Undead!) (Undead! Undead!)