I’m raising Cain again
I’m raising hell
Showed you the state I’m in
Told you how I fell
Our sorries weigh us down
Makes it hard to stand
Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end
And the wolves keep coming in
Like in those prophecies
The black forest keeps sending them
For deathly company
We’re dying tied to rules
We can’t comprehend
Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end
We’re broken and beautiful
Deep scars on skin
Our regrets they can be a spur
Every crack can let light in
If we raise our heads again
We’ve got a chance to mend
Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end