His mother came up with such a clever way
To save the day with a little white lie
He thinks he 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 not meant to hurt,
Only destroy you, my stupid son..."
On person can make a difference, sometimes...
Just turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck
Smiled at his funeral, "happy you're dead."
All his solutions, it seemed, were only problems in disguise
Glueing 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 tunnel's a little light
It wasn't a lie, it was her hope,
That everything would be fine one day
"He can fulfill his every dream, I'm happy aslong as he's not"
"I hate it and fear can't face it
The child is not right, he's my greatest shame"
Go out, create thunder,
And stand right under
That old apple tree
Were dead snakes let him feed on those
Lost hopes, all those kind words could
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 had made him blind to the way
He'd turned the pain into a way of life
Followed his father, tucked him in, Caleb knows the trade
He's the portait of a man his mother drew to hate forever
She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many ways
Wanted to keep up the charade,
Until the end waltzing together
Over the hills, under the sea,
Fighting the will, whole Universe
Why does a man driving a hearse
Live in fear, Gift and a Curse
Taking 'em out, taking 'em all,
Shooting the wall, over and out
When nothing moves, all's well,
A decision he can find a way to live with
... And dried up flowers are so beautiful
And it applies to all things living, and dead
For that I serve my time... in my suite in Hell
"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 he will now enlace
A price he must pay serving a cold