The tier of Knots
Old, he's a war
The fire is not
Keeping him warm
Hope he makes it out the storm
I'm glad that he was born
The buyer of thoughts
Devising his score
'Cause the ones that he's bought
They pain him for more
Hope he makes it home tonight
I'm glad that he's alive
Hope he makes it out the storm
I'm glad that he was born
In the aisle of loss
By the opening sore
And the pile of rot
The pain you adore
Hope he makes it out the storm
I'm glad that he was born
Hope he makes it home tonight
I'm glad that he's alive
