Through the gray
Through the black and white
Something is hunting you down
Something red, made of teeth and claws
Made out of hearts
Little boy, made of meat and snow
Melt and become what you are
Little boy, feel this growing storm made just for you
All these homes
Windows like dead eyes
Empty lawns like empty graves
Dead boys and girls, rise
Dead boys and girls, rise
Shine
Little girl, made of hair and pearls
Wake up and make yourself heard
Little girl, feel the shifting world
Make it spin, make it burn
All these homes
Windows like dead eyes
Empty lawns like empty graves
All these homes where you learn to die
'Cause they forgot how to live
Dead boys and girls, rise
Dead boys and girls, rise
Shine
Claw through the soil
Claw yourself out of this inherited tomb
Dead boys and girls, rise
Dead boys and girls, rise
Shine
