To return to the cold
It isn't much fun
To touch the trees
No one has known
Go rest your head
'Cause you can't miss this

A poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didn't know so he learned to speak
He clears his throat 'cause you can't miss this

(Chorus)
A poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child so weak

Sorry
Changes trample the plan
Death stores victims, wants more
Keep on burnin' through the noose (x4)
Keep on

(chorus)

To return
To the cold
It isn't much
But I'm free at last

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