Tekster: Prize Fighter Inferno (The). My Brother's Blood Machine. The Going Price For Home.

And I've paid the price of solitude with wish to worry while you're away,
With all grace to allow my hand the travel & worth here across your face,
I love you more than you could know,
In those eyes you hide it well I think you do,
As I turn the wheels that round the ground across the Never,
Here against the Grave,
Now I've lost the only thing that matters to me life,
Is this the dream?
Here I go, I'm on my way home now,
To you,
And it hurts to hear you feel