Black Book Lodge spoil the child

We are all
Nothing once our hands
Close into a fist
That only speaks and never listens
A discord
Of incoherent thoughts
Sung by testy tongues
In languages that no one understands
Until we follow down the rope
From our head to our heart
We will never have to know
How far we are apart
Spoil the child
Spare the rod
And lead the light
So they won't forget
Everything we ruined
Until we follow down the rope
From our head to our heart
We will never have to know
How far we are apart
Spoil the child
Spare the rod
And lead the light
So they won't forget
Everything we ruined
We are all
Nothing once our hands
Clench into a fist
Insisting to be heard
At any cost
Until we follow down the rope
From our head to our heart
We will never have to know
How far we are apart