IÂ’m raising Cain again
IÂ’m raising hell
Showed you the state IÂ’m in
Told you how I fell
Our sorries weigh us down
Makes it hard to stand
Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end

And the wolves keep coming in
Like in those prophecies
The black forest keeps sending them
For deathly company
WeÂ’re dying tied to rules
We canÂ’t comprehend
Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end

WeÂ’re broken and beautiful
Deep scars on skin
Our regrets they can be a spur
Every crack can let light in
If we raise our heads again
WeÂ’ve got a chance to mend
Those proverbs we made in the winter they must end