Leave it alone, leave it inside
Wait till it grows, wait till it dies
Just like the boy tied at his tongue
Talk to ignore, father and son

Before you descend
Can these pride trials end?
Can we try, try to pretend
To pretend we made amends?

Stitched like a glove, burnt to the bone
Sewn out of love, father and son

Before you descend
Can these pride trials end?
Can we try, try to pretend
To pretend we made amends?

And you watched him become a garden
For all the rage that you bloomed
Another instinct to cover imprints
Of generational, ooh

Before you descend
Can these pride trials end?
Can we try, try to pretend
To pretend we made amends?