Coheed And Cambria - Mother Superior

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Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell

Your time has come to pick the road

You walk in this tale



Turning, as a coward you've earned

Through sickness, in health, is only won

Now go and bite your tongue



You're just of the worst of me

With the hope they'll understand

No, they know you're just a boy

So grow up and be a man



Little baby, oh, kick and you scream, you whine

Victims pay the price eventually

The curse that sees your lie



You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid

Young brother, you've got nothing to prove



Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel

This sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one

Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger

Now bite, young fools, don't cry anymore



Fear slips inside your stomach, it swells

A torn boy alone in need of fix

In the preach that kills the itch



For too long, this little baby's cried on

Tomorrow we'll sing the words in song

Of a time where glad's unknown



You're just of the worst of me

With the hope they'll understand

No, they know you're just a boy

So grow up and be that man



Little baby, oh, kick and you scream, you whine

Victims pay the price eventually

The curse that sees your lie, lie



You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid

Young brother, you've got nothing to prove



Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel

This sincerest apologies,won't write you out of this one

Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger

Now bite, young fool don't cry



Mother superior, come catch the rabbit

He runs, my how you've gone

You're frightened of leaving this

Truly gone fishing [Incomprehensible]

Go fetch you gun



Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel

This sincerest apologies won't write you out of this one

Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger

Now bite, young fools, don't cry, oh, not anymore

Don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy



You're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife, oh no

Don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy, not anymore

Don't cry, boy, not anymore

You're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife, oh no

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