I cant help but follow it
My mother told me I should not
Its ghastly flesh and salvaged cloths
Hypnotic eyes that flash with death
Its winter finds the dirty snow
My mother told me I should not
Should still come theyre at the door
She motions to come back inside
Retrieves like theyve always done
Arms and stretching open wide
But I will fail her as her son
But I cant help but follow it