Coheed and Cambria | Lyrics | Mother Superior

Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You walk in this tale

Turning, as a coward you've earned
Through sickness, in health, is only won
Now go and bite your tongue

You're just of the worst of me
With the hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be a man

Little baby, oh, kick and you scream, you whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The curse that sees your lie

You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid
Young brother, you've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
This sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger
Now bite, young fools, don't cry anymore

Fear slips inside your stomach, it swells
A torn boy alone in need of fix
In the preach that kills the itch

For too long, this little baby's cried on
Tomorrow we'll sing the words in song
Of a time where glad's unknown

You're just of the worst of me
With the hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be that man

Little baby, oh, kick and you scream, you whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The curse that sees your lie, lie

You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid
Young brother, you've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
This sincerest apologies,won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger
Now bite, young fool don't cry

Mother superior, come catch the rabbit
He runs, my how you've gone
You're frightened of leaving this
Truly gone fishing [Incomprehensible]
Go fetch you gun

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
This sincerest apologies won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger
Now bite, young fools, don't cry, oh, not anymore
Don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy

You're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife, oh no
Don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy, not anymore
Don't cry, boy, not anymore
You're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife, oh no