I’m raising Cain againnI’m raising hellnShowed you the state I’m innTold you how I fellnOur sorries weigh us downnMakes it hard to standnThose proverbs we made in the winter they must endnnAnd the wolves keep coming innLike in those propheciesnThe black forest keeps sending themnFor deathly companynWe’re dying tied to rulesnWe can’t comprehendnThose proverbs we made in the winter they must endnnWe’re broken and beautifulnDeep scars on skinnOur regrets they can be a spurnEvery crack can let light innIf we raise our heads againnWe’ve got a chance to mendnThose proverbs we made in the winter they must end