Through the gray
Through the black and white
Something is hunting you down
Something red, made of teeth and claws
Made out of hearts

Little boy, made of meat and snow
Melt and become what you are
Little boy, feel this growing storm made just for you

All these homes
Windows like dead eyes
Empty lawns like empty graves

Dead boys and girls, rise
Dead boys and girls, rise
Shine

Little girl, made of hair and pearls
Wake up and make yourself heard
Little girl, feel the shifting world
Make it spin, make it burn

All these homes
Windows like dead eyes
Empty lawns like empty graves
All these homes where you learn to die
'Cause they forgot how to live

Dead boys and girls, rise
Dead boys and girls, rise
Shine

Claw through the soil
Claw yourself out of this inherited tomb

Dead boys and girls, rise
Dead boys and girls, rise
Shine