Doggy in the attic alone, killing pigeons to live
Scared of people and storms
The Lady found him and never,
And never left him, left him alone
A beautiful friendship came to life.
Good things always end in the end
Always end in the end, always end in the end
Too sick to stand up, too old to grow up
The doctors put him to death
The family gathered around his grave.
To be or not to be ready for it
A very own reality becomes delusion free
No more magic to see
A big black curtain closing around
To change perception of time
The panic monger is hypnotized
Back to life, back to life, back to life now
The panic monger is hypnotized
To be or not to be ready for it
Control this urge to be buried alive
When your family dies, one by one
They let go...
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Scared of people and storms
The Lady found him and never,
And never left him, left him alone
A beautiful friendship came to life.
Good things always end in the end
Always end in the end, always end in the end
Too sick to stand up, too old to grow up
The doctors put him to death
The family gathered around his grave.
To be or not to be ready for it
A very own reality becomes delusion free
No more magic to see
A big black curtain closing around
To change perception of time
The panic monger is hypnotized
Back to life, back to life, back to life now
The panic monger is hypnotized
To be or not to be ready for it
Control this urge to be buried alive
When your family dies, one by one
They let go...
Versuri