Tekstovi: Coheed And Cambria. Other. Mother Superior.

Hear me at the bottom of heaven
Your kind have come to pick the road
You walk and extend
Turn me, as a coward you've learned
In sickness, in health, and during
Boy we're going to write your
You're just of the worst of me,
With the hope they understand
No, you know you're just a boy.
So grow up and be a man.
Little baby, you kick and you scream, you whine
victims pay the price eventually
so cross and see your life

You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid.
Young grabber, you've got nothing to prove.

Mother superior, come catch the rabbit that runs, my how you go
You brighten your breathing with truly gone (fishing with my gun)
Go fetch the gun

Your anchor has been there, it sits on the bow.
Your sincerest apology, will write you out of this one.
tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite
Oh young fool don't cry...anymore.

You're just of the worst of me,
With the hope they'd understand
No, you know you're just a boy.
So grow up and be a man.
Little baby, you kick and you scream, you whine
We don't pay the price till victory
so cross and see your life

You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid.
Young grabber..

Mother superior, come catch the rabbit that runs, my how you go
You'll brighten the breathing with truly gone (fishing with my gun)
Go fetch the gun

Your anchor has been there, it sits on the bow.
Your dearest apology, will write you out of this one.
tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite
Oh so young fool, young fool, not anymore...don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry boy, not anymore...

The fiction and the stomach, just pull out the knife
Don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry boy, you're right boy...