Tarot - Undead Son

I hear, I speak, counted the words all of my life
I see, I dream, if world's a womb, I'd be the knife
I run, I flee, your fingers just won't leave my head
I hear you speak for those I left for dead

I hear, I speak, the tongues are forked, the ears distort
I see, I dream, your world's a horde against my fort
I run, I flee, the vermin stalk within my walls
I hear them speak their dirt within my halls

Mother help your... undead son

Let go of your... undead son

Mother help your... undead son

Let me go... undead son

I walk, I'm dead, I'm slowly eaten from inside
I walk this walk, been walking since I died.