6 acessos
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
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didn't know so learned to speak
He clears his throat
Cause you can't miss this
[Chorus]
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child, so weak
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Death, stores, victims
Once more
[x4]
Keep on burnin' through the noose
Keep on...
[Chorus]
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child, so weak
To return, to the cold
It isn't much, but I'm free at last