Chevelle To Return song lyrics

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