There is a man in this world who has never smiled You may know his tragedy, the later years by heart In the beginning there was a mother, father and a child A troubled little silent boy whose life they were to destroy Known to us from this day on like his father, Caleb
His mother came up with such a clever way to save the day
With a little white lie,
He thinks you missed the point back then
But now he's grown to understand it in a way.
Father said "I'm sorry" only once as I remember
The words were meant to hurt
Only destroy you my stupid son
One person can make a difference sometimes
Just turn his head (?) and has every (?)
Smile at his funeral
Happy you're dead
All his solutions it seemed
Were only problems in disguise
Gluing on his drinking face
Got ready to erase another day
Mother was yet confident
Although they had it (tight)
Taught her son at the end of every time was a little lie
Because the lie was her hope
That everything would be fine one day
He can fulfill his every dream,
I'm happy as long as he's not
I hated and feared, can't face it
"The child is not mine, he's my greatest shame"
Go out, create thunder
And stand right under
That old apple tree
Where the snakes let him feed
Lost thoughts,
All those kind words
Who'd hurt him even more
Now somehow
Lost one more way back home
Out on the lake
He rows towards
A monster he should've been running away from years ago
The past has made him blind
To the way he turned the pain into a way of life
Followed his father, tucked him in
Caleb knows the pain
He's the portrait of the man
His mother grew to hate forever
She (was a beast), a deadly (saint)
Wrong in many ways
One debt to keep up this charade until the end
Waltzing together
Over the hills
Under the sea
Fighting the (will)
Whole universe
Fight as a man
Hiding your heirs
(Live with the) fear
taking him on, taking him on, soon you pull forward now
When nothing more (slows down)
(The decision) (?) to fight and win
To live with (the/her) pride
Close all (the ?)
(Meant to ?)
(He's living)
For now I served my time
In my (sleeving) (?)
Solo
Now I ring the bell
To tell the world
I'm ready when they bring out,
the soon to be dead against the wall,
This necessary evil has no heart
Flowers and people, you will now enlace
A price you must pay
Serving the cold, whatever god
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