His New Atlas - His Young

All my skin was formed from broken glass.
All my Bones were cut from Paper.
You made your way in through my flesh into my home.
I'm just a little brittle boy.
I'm just a little brittle now.

So lets harbour all these horrors that haunt us each day.
So we can lay our little heads to rest.
So lets harbour all these horrors that haunt us each day.
So we can lay our little heads to rest.

Well listen oh his young oh they are weeping again.
Well listening oh his young oh they're screaming again.
Tear out my lungs, well break these little brittle bones.
Sedate me till I'm numb, till I am cold.

So lets harbour all these horrors that haunt us each day.
So we can lay our little heads to rest.
So lets harbour all these horrors that haunt us each day.
So we can lay our little heads to rest.

Listen oh his young oh I am weeping again
Well Listen His young Oh I am Screaming