Chameleon Lullaby

Oh child,
Shape to the scars that deformed you.
Oh child,
Become the very thing that hurt you.

Dear mother,
Sing my Chameleon Lullaby.
Dear mother,
Raise your soft voice to the skies.

Oh child,
All that you are is behind you.
Oh child,
Your blood-red background defines you.

Dear mother,
sing my Chameleon Lullaby.
Dear mother,
Must I ask why your eyes are dry?

Oh child,
Run from the thing to become you.
Oh child,
Resist and there's nothing to you.

Dear mother,
Sing my Chameleon Lullaby.
Dear mother,
Whose to say I can't shape the sky?

Oh child,
Sing your Chameleon Lullaby.
Oh child,
Maybe you can shape the sky.