3.Story Of A Free Man: Chapter Two: The Cold Return
Lyricist:B. Carey, C. Fischer
Dad came home in a body bag
He never had the chance to say goodbye
He was a good man, his veins soon pulsed with dissent
From what he'd learned right before he died
The cold reality of the rich sending the poor off
To fight a war for the corporate whores
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
Still stuck with addiction he numbs his mind
He wants to return to the time when he was young and blind
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
He knew life would never be the same from here on out
He felt the storm coming in with those dark approaching clouds
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
'Will we ever see an end to this?', he said
He's homeless now, he throws his mind away
And struggles with the thoughts of suicide and the end of days
He wants to see the end of this
This is the beginning of his concrete bed under a bridge
No, this is rock bottom, I can only go up from here
I'm looking ahead
And I think I'm ready to face what I've always feared
He screams out at the metropolis in front of him
This is where he learns to sink or swim
He turns to face a monster in front of him
That is the epitome of limiting
He takes the needle from his bedside
Gives it a look for the last time
It's the last time
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