A struggle's lost again
Caught out a dearest friend
A son is set into the ground the stones surround above
His head
Perspective's got from all the things we dread
A mother is lost in death
She grieves but comprehends
That all the rules she made though cruel could only save from tricks
Not threats
Perspective's got from all the things we dread
The fury got to him
You know mistakes grow common sense
But every time a 'sorry' is said the pain gets worse instead
I'm so selfish
With all my friends
I'll go drink it down
Perspective's got from all the things we dread
When all is done and said
The flesh laid to its rest
When everyone surrounding him has shed their last farewell
