Undead Son

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