Crawling through the holes of creation
Crying
The thorns they stick right in
The blood it bursts out
I come out by the light of the moon
Casting shadows they dance like smoke
The clock is turning back
Mother, what have I become?
A monster
Know your heart is pure
Inside you're still a child
Those layers upon layers
They choke you from without
You must shed them, crack them
The magic will shine out
