Gates of Separation

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