There was once a boy
 With knives stuck in his voice
 All he wanted, all he wanted was a little affection

 Until one day he came
 To tempt his mother’s taste
 All she wanted, all she wanted was to spread her infection

 Spit and spindle we refuse
 Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend
 Her broken thoughts

 They’ve stolen all my love
 Buried in absentia

 Can you hear my vitreous heart
 Breaking in absentia

 Smokestacks burn
 I won’t turn
 I won’t ever let you go

 They’ve stolen all my love
 Yes, they’ve stolen all my love

 He returns alone
 Changes here nor there

 Does he want some
 Does he want a little insurrection?

 Withhold my regrets
 Insomnatic fate

 Opt out of incision
 Tear down the reason
 I’ve just gotta get out of here

 Spit and spindle we refuse
 Burning fumes of lucid youth to mend
 Her restless limbs

 They’ve stolen all my love
 Buried in absentia

 Can you hear my vitreous heart
 Breaking in absentia

 Smokestacks burn
 I won’t turn
 I won’t ever let you go

 They’ve stolen all my love
 Yes, they’ve stolen all my love

 Taken by the night
 Dye the gates remembrance

 Check the puzzle, does it fit
 I am alpha and omega

 And on the seventh day I rise
 Past the pangs of my resistance

 When the son gives up his throne
 What [bad word] of this theft

 Dasehra, make these shackles go away
 Dasehra, make these shackles go away

 Dasehra, won’t you help me stand my ground if I should fall

 Dasehra, as long as I am injured
 Dasehra, as long as I remember

 Dasehra, as long as I am injured
 Dasehra, as long as I remember