This is W-O-M-B, the Womb. And if you, my pets, learn to listen, I'll let you crawl back in. Here is something you should drop to your knees for and worship.
But you're too stupid to realize yourselves. A song for the deaf that is for you. 

Nobody's coming down the hall
Nobody echoes in my head
Broken reflection had a look
Nobody ever needed her 

I got what works
I want to take what's left
Ready now 

Beautiful senses are gone
Canary in a gilded cage
Singin 

Sweet, soft, and low
I will poison you all
Come closer, racing to your turn 

I got what works
I want to take what's left
No talk will cure
What's lost, or save what's left
For the deaf 

I can go get fucked
Lie beside the ditch
So low round my neck
Strung out every stitch 

Who are you hiding
Is it safe for the deaf
Beautiful cancer
Infiltrate and forget
And I saw you coming
And I heard not a thing
A mistake not to listen
When I knew where you'd been 

And I got what works
I want to take what's left
No talk will cure
What's lost, or save what's left
For the deaf