Young boy, you've grown with age
You've filled with rage
You learned to hate all of those things you used to crave
You're so angry, and a bit confused
You said you'd take back from the world that which that god has taken from you
You burned down the bells
You sealed off the well
So tell all the angels they better not show
I'm not coming home
Together forever, forever alone
Tell all the angels
I'm never coming home
So you've gone to meet your maker
So you've gone to meet your maker
All alone he plainly waits
He was smoking a 27
He said "it's getting kinda late"
All I tried to do was help you
And all you did was push away
So who am I to judge you?
You made your bed and now you'll lay
Now your veins they are so vacant
Just like the creek that you bled dry
You tried
You tried
You tried
So tell all the angels, they better not show
I'm not coming home
Together forever, forever alone
Tell all the angels
I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home
