Dad Song Letra

Maybe the less you know the better,
At least i'll feel better the less we say,
The aborution dispactched from the grave walks
To the precusion of clocks, to crowds dismay
Carry across though this burden is not mine,
This great owl betros, will not fly away

His words that catch in my throat,
I fast for some water to swallow them down
The fly who cast into the river, consumed by your daughter
When you turn around

She won't be the same when this is over,
When you've been viotosed and dive under the ground