Tekster: Happy Campers. Other. All Alone.

Two in the morning, disturbing phone call
From a mother's trembling face the tears begin to fall
Midnight race to the hospital but it's already to late
Few too many beers and a set of car keys claimed another victims fate

Mass hysteria on the final night
Oxygen masks mixed with angels flight
So many questions to which no answers will be found
As another piece of your family will soon be layed into the ground

Makes the calm crazy, drives the strong to thier knees
Nothing runs deeper than the blood of the family
No longer feels the pain inflicted by his lifestyle too wild
No one has felt pain like the mother whose lost her child

Some will remember the troubles he caused
His fall backs and and personality flaws
We'll reminisce to the days gone by
And hear memories of laughter between a mother's cries

Time will pass, some will forget
There remains one whose wounds have not healed yet
All have lives of thier own
All will grieve and move on
But one's pain will never be gone
A mother is all alone
All Alone