Here it's cold
The cold
It chills me
Snow and leaves
As she leaves
It kills me
Losing touch with one another
Freezing all that we had together
All alone is
One too many
This is hell but it's
Warm and I sleep well
Chains that bind like lines of blood
That lie at the feet of the prodigal son
Lost alone feeble and wanting
Found grown dangerous and angry
All alone is
Twice too many
This is hell but it's
Warm and I sleep well
See
They come
Now run
The powers that be
Will bind
Our kind
There's no escape for me
And all
Will fall
Like brittle broken leaves
Down to the ground
Underneath
The trees that burn when the fires are high
And the smoke will rise and blacken out the skies
And the baby cries when it's mother dies
But soon it too becomes a feast for the flies
And why oh why
Are we destined to die
Beneath this swollen red sky
Welcome to hell
Doors of glass
You see beyond to
What they hide there
In plain view
This is not a happy family
Lies of right and wrong and you fooled me
All alone is
Far too many
This was hell but it's
Cold
I don't sleep well anymoremore