The Boy Is Dead -

He will die

She doesn’t know yet

He wants no lies

Have not a friend

More than that which I deserve?

I was defied

Woken from my celestial bed

I was a martyr inside my head

Banish me to here!

He will die

She doesn’t know

What he’ll become

It’s quiet, it’s easy

If you don’t believe

And you won’t, trust me

Pious, servant, so sure you

Banished me to here

Know my tale

My scripture, my war

The boy is dead

Solo: Coull

Now you know

Now we know

The boy is dead

But his limbs still grow

A man is here

Taunted and tested

The simplest of childhoods?

«God plays with his best!»

Life’s little pleasures like

Shuffling in sand

The gift of a soul

Left youth contraband

This voice of a stranger

Known better than my own

His bidding and judgement

Left me overthrown