walked through the hall of reflection there i bared my soul for months i carried this weight got used to uncomfortable faces leap from the 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 crying she s singing bring my children home home she s screaming bring my children home home all that i ve learned in my life i cannot purport to know energy constantly transforms if there s a meaning it s probably meaningless and when the monarchy tires oh they lust for violence to entertain all the paupers and the father is crying he screaming bring my children home home he singing bring my children home home stand tall my brothers naked as a flame you re the one that they wanted now give back the mother s heart buried beneath the blame stay true my sisters impervious to their shame