Monsters Calling Home - Monsters Calling Home

“They’re walking heavy to the beat of a broken drum 
Digging for worth in a land under a foreign sun 
Their children call, bitter words of a strange tongue 
Hearts down, they’re walking heavy till the dying’s done 

I see their hands, some hold the 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 
Would they know, of a deep that cries to the deep 

In the night, in the night, they call, yes they call 

Oh! Hear! the monsters calling home now 
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 chests to the sounds of their broken hearts 
Crying wolf under sheep 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”