Both you and I know that this monster is no longer sleeping His dark eyes lend no light, so the moon will suffice until morning When morning comes he will vanish, take with him your body If you beg on your knees, He might have mercy and give you your freedom Children running through meadows, Playing catch with the leaves that are falling They have fallen from branches that Are weak from the tears they are weeping They weep rivers that run through our Souls, and we drink when we feel we are empty And when we drank our fill, We will cut them all down, have them buried When the old ones aren't crying, They'll be laughing as we lie there sleeping Breathing air that's been tainted by The breath of the lies we're believing We'll leave paths that have been Walked before, but weave our own tapestries And hang them in doors and in windows Doors and in windows Both you and I know that this monster is no longer sleeping His dark eyes lend no light, so the moon will suffice until morning When morning comes he will vanish, take with him your body If you beg on your knees he might have mercy and give you your freedom