They told my mother that I'm not her daughter
anymore,
That darkness has found a home in me,
Dead things grow in my heart,
They live in my pockets,
They have made a home in the void I have created,
She sees the light I give to them,
And years from now they will sing along with me,
Songs of freedom,
Of immortality.
I play with the dead because I have what it takes,to set them free
Give them life again