Letras
Vole will burrow down when night brings out the wretched things
Hurried, girdled house will not deter her wakening
When the fox next comes around, he'll come to taste a feeble skin
But if she could fell this house, maybe she'd take the both of them
When vole gets on in years this all gets summarized as "co-dependence"
Hound's night on the town, sporting for some dull and inattentive game
Father left the house 'cause mother's meat's a drag upon his murder rate
If it's all just about the chase, how can he be a loving man?
Like foundlings with sugarcane, he'll gnaw upon whatever fits into his mouth
And never once think twice about that rotting smell he calls depression
Put your good pearls on
Sing your silver song
And let the dawn come not
And let the war come now
Come sit inside, in the walls built to hide
Come sit inside, and the walls built so high
Come sit inside, don't go out in the night
Come sit inside, and the walls built so high
And bide our time
Written by: Kevin Lauterjung
