Caleb

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 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

One 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 drinkin' 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 as long 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

Where 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 portrait 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

Oo-oo-ooo

This necessary evil has no heart

Ooo-oo-ooo

Flowers and people he will now enlace

A price he must pay serving a cold

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