He drank the wine and dropped the glass
Then wispered softly
"Don't ever turn back"
I may have broke the code when I said
"Please give me the keys maybe
I should drive you home"
I have heard the silence
It never gave him a chance to flee
Stearing through life`s naked eye
Eating the poor man alive
He was only twelve years
Old when mama took him away and
Introduced him to his new daddy
He told him all about s** drugs and rock'n roll
And to mess around with alcohol
Into the point where we are
Upto the line we never cross
This place where we build our homes
This place where we bury our corpse
We bury our corpse again
The year was 1995
The boy is a man now
With no plans for the future
Today he's lying naked on the floor
Of Stockholm central-station
Enslaved to the drunken master
He only feels alive with a bottle at his side
He tried to fight the habit
But he was in too deep
Out of reach
Into the point where we are
Upto the line we never cross
This place where we build our homes
This place where we bury our corpse
We bury our corpse again
Now It's time to open your eyes
You've been living in a dream world
I have heard the silence
It never gave him a chance to flee
Stearing through lifeĀ“s naked eye
Eating the poor man alive
Into the point where we are
Upto the line we never cross
This place where we build our homes
This place where we bury our corpse
We bury our corpse again
Then wispered softly
"Don't ever turn back"
I may have broke the code when I said
"Please give me the keys maybe
I should drive you home"
I have heard the silence
It never gave him a chance to flee
Stearing through life`s naked eye
Eating the poor man alive
He was only twelve years
Old when mama took him away and
Introduced him to his new daddy
He told him all about s** drugs and rock'n roll
And to mess around with alcohol
Into the point where we are
Upto the line we never cross
This place where we build our homes
This place where we bury our corpse
We bury our corpse again
The year was 1995
The boy is a man now
With no plans for the future
Today he's lying naked on the floor
Of Stockholm central-station
Enslaved to the drunken master
He only feels alive with a bottle at his side
He tried to fight the habit
But he was in too deep
Out of reach
Into the point where we are
Upto the line we never cross
This place where we build our homes
This place where we bury our corpse
We bury our corpse again
Now It's time to open your eyes
You've been living in a dream world
I have heard the silence
It never gave him a chance to flee
Stearing through lifeĀ“s naked eye
Eating the poor man alive
Into the point where we are
Upto the line we never cross
This place where we build our homes
This place where we bury our corpse
We bury our corpse again