Lyrics:

To return to the cold
It isnÂ't much fun
To touch the trees no one has known
Go rest your head
Cause you canÂ't miss this
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didnÂ't know so learned to speak
He clears his throat
Cause you canÂ't miss this

(Chorus)

Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild whatÂ's left
Of this child, so weak
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Death, stores, victims
Once more
Keep on burninÂ' through the noose
To return, to the cold
It isnÂ't much, but IÂ'm free at last