[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 by 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"

"Words weren't 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 the snakes let him feed on



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 a 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.



[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 he will now enlace

A price he must pay serving a code

... whatevergod.