Mother, march with me by my side For I am truly petrified Those gates we see They clearly mean separation Mother, hand me those weapons To ward off the night The cretins that follow That you taught me to fight They're no longer illusions They're flesh and blood I hear their footsteps As they come Intertwined Let our fingers linger For the child I am And so I turn to you, mother I extend my hand Peace be with you Your little lamb There are windows in the slaughterhouse There are windows in the slaughterhouse Remember To just look outside Remember To just look outside Mother, I don't recognize The clothes we wear Only the star That they bear My feet are heavy They don't seem my own But I trust you, mother That we're going home How I grasp your hand Hold it tighter than ever Like the child I am And so I turn to you, mother Like it all began Peace be with you Your little lamb There are windows in the slaughterhouse There are windows in the slaughterhouse Remember To just look outside Remember To just look outside