Letra de 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 By his father, CalebHis 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 Gluing on his drinking face Got ready to erase another dayMother 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 onLost hopes, all those kind words Could hurt him even more now Somehow, lost one more way back homeOut 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 lifeFollowed his father, tucked him in Caleb knows the trade He's the portrait of a man His mother grew to hate forever She was a beast, a deadly saint Wrong in many ways Wanted to keep up the charade Until the end waltzing togetherOver the hills, under the sea Fighting the will, whole Universe Why does a man driving a hearse Live in fear, gift and a curseTaking '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 withAnd the 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 heartFlowers and people he will now enlace A price he must pay serving a cold Whatever god