Monsters Calling Home

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

I see their hands
Some hold a 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
And what they know
Of a deep that cries to deep in the night?

The night oh they call
They call now

Oh, hear the monsters calling home
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 chest to the sounds of their broken hearts
Crying wolf under sheep’s 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?
Son, oh my son, won’t you come, won’t you come?
Son, oh my son, won’t you come, won’t you come?
Son, oh my son, won’t you come, won’t you come?

Oh hear the monsters calling home
No they don’t wanna be alone, but the
Closet they keep closed
Swallow the key so
Nobody knows how they beat

Oh, hear the monsters calling home
No, they don’t wanna be alone
But the closet they keep closed
Swallow the key so nobody knows how they beat