Oh hello, how are you, my favorite son? 
 In an hour I will go where I've never gone 
 In the span of the space between your mother's eyes 
 are the secrets that I've saved 
 I hand them down to you 

 ooh. The averages and laws, 
 it was every man for himself every child alone 

 Oh why do they shine so bright in my dreams? 
 Golden blades, forged from love, they sever my feet 
 but you know, where they're going, when all is said and done 
 I don't need them or my secrets 
 Just the grace of one 

 here [bad word] 
 here [bad word] 
 here [bad word] .. 
 oh hear [bad word]  

 is everything signed? Is everything done? 
 I'm sorry about the blood 
 ...the devil and his stones 
 It was every man for himself, every child alon 

 Please tell your mother I'm sorry for the strife 
 tell your brother I loved him 
 ...the same to his wife 
 and if you have a heart to take my life away 
 give me something 
 give me anger to remember you today 

 'Cause here [bad word] 
 oh here [bad word] 
 Is everything signed? Can nothing be undone? 
 I'm sorry about the blood 
 ...the devil and his stones 
 It was every man for himself, every child alone...