To Return

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 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 Keep on burnin' through the noose Keep on burnin' through the noose They keep on burnin' through the noose They keep on Poor boy became A slave to use Rebuild what's left Of this child, so weak To return to the cold It isn't much But I'm free at last