Leave it alone, leave it inside Wait till it grows, wait till it dies Just like the boy tied at his tongue Talk to ignore, father and son Before you descend Can these pride trials end? Can we try, try to pretend To pretend we made amends? Stitched like a glove, burnt to the bone Sewn out of love, father and son Before you descend Can these pride trials end? Can we try, try to pretend To pretend we made amends? And you watched him become a garden For all the rage that you bloomed Another instinct to cover imprints Of generational, ooh Before you descend Can these pride trials end? Can we try, try to pretend To pretend we made amends?