To Return · letra

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 poor boy became a slave to use 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 sorry, changes, trample the plan death, stores, victims once more keep on burnin' through the noose to return, to the cold it isn't much, but i'm free at last