No more dreams
Or childhood myths to fear
I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m everywhere, I’m here

No more false creations
No more violations
Weighing on my shoulders like incurable disease
No more lies
Tainted alibis
For the all elusive dream of youth

It’s the final curtain-call
He feels afraid and small
The congregation calls to him
Through the darkness and the pain
He is all that remains of another man

No more dreams
Or childhood myths to fear
You’re alive, you’re dead
You’re everywhere, you’re here
No more complications
No more false creations
You can hear you fathers
Calling you back home
Back home

As the final candle burns
Memories fade and twist and turn
I can hear my father’s calling me
Back home
I guide the steel square
To red rivers of despair
I can hear my father calling me
Back home
Hear my father calling me

The funeral of youth
The funeral of you