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[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
[Caleb lyrics on http://www.01lyrics.com ]

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
...whatevergod.