They're walking to the
Beat of a broken drum.
Digging for worth in
A land under a foreign sun.
The children call bitter words
Of a strange tongue.
Hearts down, they're walking
Heavy until the dying's down.
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
I see their hands.
Some hold a bottle,
Some hold back.
And in their eyes,
A wave of light
In a sea of black.
Their voices low,
Trembling for blood to drink.
And what they know
Of a deep that cries to
Deep in the night,
The night oh they call,
They call,
In the night, the night
Oh they call,
They call now.
Oh hear the monsters calling home,
No they don't wanna be alone, but the
Closet they keep closed.
Swallow the key so that nobody,
Nobody knows how they beat
They beat their chest to the sounds
Of their broken hearts.
Crying wolf under sheep's skins,
Reaching out their claws.
Stomping their feet,
Never letting up the dust
Choking up their lungs.
Told to be a father,
Growing up into a fatherless
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come.
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come.
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come.
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come.
Oh hear the monsters calling home,
No they don't wanna be alone, but the
Closet they keep closed
Swallow the key so
Nobody knows how they beat.