Disfruta y escucha de la Música en Línea de Sonata Arctica en Metal para el año 2025

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

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
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