[ Featuring The Cult Classics ]
There's no running from the fear
Trapped amongst that mothers tears
Bitten finger, broken nail
Here she comes to tell the tale
Blood is thick and down she goes
Way beneath the undertow
Wish her well or wish her dead
Kill our father overhead
I'm at a fork in the road
Don't know where I should go
This ain't a puppet show
I ain't an animal
I'll watch your planet explode
And at the fork in the road
Well I think you should know
This ain't a puppet show
I ain't an animal
I'll watch your planet explode
Everything and all I know
Dragged away with the undertow
And I, stand and watch over again
One more chip of my heart loosened
Will you save me or do I die
Am I caught in the pink slipped tide
Wish me well or wish me dead
You can't kill me overhead
