Twenty-four years of darkness
Deprived of the world we know
She shakes off the seeds of incest
She's harvesting the crops that grow
And didn't you say that Father knows best
And didn't you sing to me
And didn't you bring me the gift of life
And didn't you sing to me
Forced into isolation
Under the lock and key
There's flowers in the dungeon
They're screaming silently
And didn't you say that Father knows best
And didn't you sing to me
And didn't you bring me the gift of life
And didn't you sing to me
The flowers bloom inside of gloom
In a garden full of weeds
The light of day will be new to you
The second that your freed
The second that your freed
The second that your freed
The second that your freed
It's so hard to grow
In a garden full of weeds
It's so hard to grow
In a garden full of weeds