Mother, march with me by my side
For I am truly petrified
Those gates we see, they clearly mean separation
Mother, hand me those weapons
To ward off the night
The cretins that follow, that you taught me to fight
They're no longer illusions, they're flesh and blood
I hear their footsteps as they come
Intertwined
Let our fingers linger
For the child I am
And so I turn to you, mother
I extend my hand
Peace be with you
Your little lamb
The are windows in the slaughterhouse
The are windows in the slaughterhouse
Remember to just look outside
Remember to just look outside
Mother I don't recognize the clothes we wear
Only the star that they bear
My feet are heavy, they don't seem my own
But I trust you, mother, that we're going home
How I grasp your hand, hold it tighter than ever
Like the child I am
And so I turn to you, mother
I extend my hand
Peace be with you
Your little lamb
The are windows in the slaughterhouse
The are windows in the slaughterhouse
Remember to just look outside
Remember to just look outside
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