They're walking to the
Beat of a broken drum
Digging for worth in
A land under a foreign sun
The children call bitter words
Of a strange tongue
Hearts down, they're walking
Heavy until the dying's down
I see their hands
Some hold a bottle
Some hold back
And in their eyes
A wave of light
In a sea of black
Their voices low
Trembling for blood to drink
And what they know
Of a deep that cries to
Deep in the night
The night oh they call
They call
In the night, the night
Oh they call
They call now
Oh hear the monsters calling home
No they don't wanna be alone, but the
Closet they keep closed
Swallow the key so that nobody
Nobody knows how they beat
They beat their chest to the sounds
Of their broken hearts
Crying wolf under sheep's skins
Reaching out their claws
Stomping their feet
Never letting up the dust
Choking up their lungs
Told to be a father
Growing up into a fatherless
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come
Oh hear the monsters calling home
No they don't wanna be alone, but the
Closet they keep closed
Swallow the key so
Nobody knows how they beat
