[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Poor boy became a slave to use

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
Sorry, changes trample the plan
Death stores victims, once more
Keep on burnin' through the noose
Keep on burnin' through the noose
Keep on burnin' through the noose
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

[Outro]
To return, to the cold
It isn't much, but I'm free at last