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Lost hopes, all those line 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 has 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 potrait of a man his mother drew to have 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 the fear, Gift and a Curse

Taking 'em out, taking 'do 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 ttp 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
oo-oo-ooo
Flowers and people he will now enlace
A price he must pay serving a cold
...whatevergod.