The Bone Child (LIVE in Albuquerque)

"Yeah, with my Accurs-ed Black fuckin' Claymore..." "Those fuckin' skellies don't stand a chance!" [Verse 1] I split the helm of the fuckin' skeletal knight, Tore through his goddamn oath with a scream and a bite. Black fuchsia steel on spine, their bones unstrung, Shit on my tongue from the war drums' rung. The last one crawled with its jaw half-hung, Coughin' a fucked-up curse it had barely sung— I cranked my blade through the lich-lord's chest, And flushed his lies down a toilet of death. [Pre-chorus] The wind went still… the sky shit black... That silence came like a dagger in the back— Then Dookie swept through the cinders blown, “Scuzzy… there’s sobbing among the stone.” [Chorus] Bone-born, storm-scorned, shaped in the flame— The dead fuckin' dream and cry a name. Ashes weep where vows were torn— And in the hush ’twixt scream and moan— A soul just might rise from bone. [Verse 2] We found him curled up in a crypt of shale, Too small for a threat, too thin and pale. Sockets wide in a twitchin' scream, Huggin' his ribs like they held a dream. Dookie landed with feathers sharp: "You know this shit ends with a hateful heart. From brittle bones, revenge will grow— Strike now, Scuzzy, or fuckin' reap what you sow.” [Pre-chorus] But I saw no spark of wrath or flame— Just a scared young orphan with no true name. So I touched his skull with my battle paw— “The world won’t end if I defy this law.” [Chorus] Bone-born, storm-scorned, shaped in the flame— The dead still dream and cry a name. Ashes weep where fuckin' vows were torn— And in that damn hush ’twixt scream and moan— A soul may rise from fuckin' bone! [Bridge] He rode with us through ash and night, Clutchin' my vest with a grip too light. No damn lullabies—just whispered dread, And Dookie watchin' overhead. “We drink in dives ‘til the bottles fuckin' crash! Then crawl through tombs and demon ash. That ain’t a fuckin' life for a kid to face — Take him to them nuns, they'll keep him safe.” [Verse 3] The convent rose through misty trees, Where prayers float soft on quiet breeze. They met us cloaked in hymns and hush— Their eyes like fire, their voices lush. They took him in with a solemn vow, Laid their hands on his hollow brow. And as those bells began to toll, Dookie whispered, "Maybe he fuckin' does have a soul..." [Chorus] Bone-born, storm-scorned, shaped in the flame— The dead still fuckin' dream and cry a name. Ashes weep where vows were fuckin' sworn— A child of ruin, he ain't forlorn. And in that fuckin' hush ’twixt scream and moan— A soul's gonna fuckin' rise … from bone. [Outro] This kid is Toby! Toby! To-o-o-o-oby fuckin' BONES!!! "And he's here tonight! It's his first fuckin' concert!" "Bonesy!!!!!!"