The Child’s Right
Michael Gira
See the cold water falling
Across this child's face
This ground will open up to him
And swallow his disgrace
He will go down there and suffer
He will suffer like a Lamb
His suffering is holy
But his innocence is damned
Yeah, his innocence is damned
A cruel fire is calling
This child to his grave
Now he will wander pointlessly
Where no memories are saved
Now our history is buried
Deep beneath the ground
We have never burned with pain or joy
And we've never made a sound
No, we've never made a sound
