Oh, come now father dear And turn this blood to choice You know I think these young Are spent and have seen their day My back bares the scars of work
Have you heard Of the word on the street? You?ve been walking down Save yourself, my friend Life is a world we never knew and Help yourself free of this
dead I need you dead I wished for days For the telephone to sing a song to me At my worst, I'll play Here in my garden to see all your blood over me
with age With every breath You wake a picture instilled the way I wish you had lived with cause through pain No, no matter you died the same machine
So now this is the beginning, dear Have you come to start a fight? Oh, you say you won't, but you know you might Push the living off and say Oh, mother
you won't, they will, if you won't, they will And maybe for them, maybe them This is the last, you'll say in the shower As your blood curves a path
By this, with the soulful goodnight I wish you this, all the things that you're hiding from Hide me in the hole stored away from nightmares They lived
I'm the keeper of the bees, as you know Just a worthless memory in this house Through the light of day and dark, will you notice me? I'm the keeper of
And I've paid the price of solitude With which to worry while you're away With our grace to allow my hand to travel In worth here across your face I
I don't wanna run around, run outside your kitchen In the front yard outside where the children play Sand box drifting in the land outside you're missing
I tell them all the truth for no secret lies this time Once upon a world way before your loss So look out I fear that they follow near And in the courthouse
? They were only boys With time I create Invest investigate puzzle solved belated Which one killed my boy? My question to incriminating convoy I want death and blood
By this, with the soulful 'goodnight', I wish you this, all the things that you're hiding from, Hide me in the hole, stored away from nightmares, They
Oh, come now father dear and turn this blood to choice. You know, I think these young are spent & have seen their day. My back bares the scars of work
you won't they will, if you won't they will. And maybe for them, maybe them. This is the last, you'll say in the shower, As your blood curves a path,
And I've paid the price of solitude with wish to worry while you're away, With all grace to allow my hand the travel & worth here across your face, I
I don't wanna run around, run outside your kitchen, In the front yard outside where the children play, Sand box drifting in the land outside you're missing