Ballad of a Prodigal Son

Father dont you recongnize your own kin
Its a lifetime, maybe two
My hair is a longer and my face grown thin from years of searchin for the truth
(oooooh)
In the valley of the bones
(oooooh)
We’re gonna rise up, we’re gonna hold
We all wander through this shadowed old world
Gettin more glass on our feet
Leavin bloody tracks everywhere we turn like a morbid hide and go seek
(oooooh)
In the valley of the bones
(oooooh)
We’re gonna rise up, we’re gonna hold
Two plus two aint always four
And sometimes black ends up white
And there’s a million shades of gray in between
We manage to shed a little light
(oooooh)
In the valley of the bones
(oooooh)
We’re gonna rise up, we’re gonna hold