There is a man in this world

Who has never smiled

You may know his tragedyThe 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."

"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 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

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 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 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 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 heart

Flowers and people he will now enlace

A price he must pay serving a cold

Whatever god