The Grandfather Clock (i) Father - Hellions

When you drag yourself around

When you look like shit, I know you think about it

The tempest, and when it will hit

If this dependancy were to turn to urgency

If this becomes more than just a thirst this week

I can’t come back, I can’t bare to see

You fall hard, face down without the ability to speak

You’re fading now, your ashes circle the drain

This isn’t it old man, please sit up straight

«Are you coming with me, love?»

It wasn’t fair to ask, to divide a terminal illness

To multiply the loss

'at long last, my darling Persephone

Will you take my hand and remove this harrowing disease from me

I’m so exhausted, I’m not sure that the kind of tired I am

Can be fixed with rest, but I swear to you, I’m doing the best I can

With enough of his medication

And a bloodstream full of alcohol

A stomach full of poison, sealed in with Maxalon

«I cannot live without your father

Please forgive me my son»

And side by side before his very eyes

There they lie, intertwined and

She bid a silent adieu

To a benevolent life and to the world that you knew

Three sons and your infant grandchildren will walk beside you

Through that valley, of the shadow of death

I guess that things can never be the same

Not with this void running deep in my old man’s veins

It cannot change, it’s plain to see you’re ready to leave

When you heard a voice through the stereo, starting to plead

«Hear our song, please just hang on»

Sing along to our message to you

«Don't you forget who’ll take care of you»

Please