Emily Sprague - Origin lyrics

Setting: house of three Daughters with a debt for their mothers to collect So, each toe the line Oh, when I go home I'm not there, no Because some time away still won't repair Wounds that we didn't make, but open Restlessness becomes A weapon that hides under my tongue But by the skin of my teeth Pity is a demon Coursing through the night Every time the door locks thrice Mothers will expect that their Daughters won't forget What they've sacrificed Leave as a villain or stay behind To howl as a victim who's “renounced” Their pride in order to nurture What I couldn't do Won't happen to you Clue: Every battle that presents itself As new fits on a parallel between Another child and their tender Selflessness becomes A lock and chain that keep her from Chasing a fantasy Save her; she's just a baby Crawling on all fours Eventually, she'll reach the door