All of [bad word] here and cry 
Cause I drink the rivers dry 
Tell your children to go home 
Nothing here but broken bones 
I know I'm not alone cause I can name the sticks and stones 

My creature eyes gleam like pearls 
Like a relic afloat in a bottled world 

All of my creatures understand 
Cause I'll bury them in the sand 
Tell your children in the end 
Death appears as a friend 
I know I can't be dead 
cause I can count every head 

My Creatures eyes gleam like pearls 
Like a relic afloat in a bottled world.