come in, come in
we've waited for your arrival
we've heard you wanted to visit
said you'd forgotten survival
hold still, hold still
the red is yet to dry
your wrists are a canvas
and you're on a high
take this, take this
a jar for the tears
we know you want out
but you've tried for years
don't go, don't go
you're reaching for the door,
there's no use trying
we've already won the war
