Misfortunate Sons Temporary Freedom
There's a house at the end of the road
It's been beaten down; it's been empty for years,
But it's still filled with thoughts of the people who have lived there
So just find another vice to occupy your precious little time
You'll find a reason for everything, but I promise you God's not
Responsible
What's it gonna be today? You know you can't make any of this last
Through tonight
The ghosts of those who left are here to stay
The happy ending is replaced by pain
Now you're standing on the edge
Just waiting for Death to make his claim
Dip your feet into the water, and remember how it used to feel
If you could only get just one more taste, well then what?
This is all that you have left; this is all that you'll ever know
This is all that you have left, so why don't you just pull the plug
This is all that you have left; this is all that you'll ever know
This is all that you have left, so why don't you just pull the plug
The ghosts of those who left are here to stay
The happy ending is replaced by pain
Now you're standing on the edge
Just waiting for Death to make his claim
Oh, what a tragedy; the lies have become reality
You've suspended your disbelief, and there's nothing left to see
Now the spotlight is on you, but the crowd has gone away
Rest your head in the dirt; I'm sure it will keep you warm for tonight
