Lyrics

Rows of boxes in a room storeys underground
The surrogates look through the gloom in their labour gowns
Welcome to the world so new, innocent and pure
Such wonders lie in wait for you, just behind the door

The cord was torn the moment you were born, so warm
I'll take you while you're sleeping
My son, you're coming home

Years will pass locked in this place, where the work began
No favours, friends or words of grace, following the plan
Cries of elemental fear echo as I roam
The corridors that lead me here, watching you alone

The stones they throw will never break your bones
I'll hone and shape you in our keeping
My son
You're coming home

(There is a reason for the life you are given
If you let us, we will take you to an undiscovered land of freedom
There are no demons in this room you have always known as home)