False Idol Songtext
von Appleseed

He sat there among almost dead
Once a tyrant
Now not even a "T"
It′s strange to see him in this state
When his like a child and I'm no longer afraid
It is funny how our trip
Can end
In an empty space
I guess even though the garden′s great
It will die
Without a caring hand

All my life I've been craving for
His attention
Just a bit of love
It's so strange when you realize
Who is the person we dreamt about


Once a child
And now almost a man
It seems you′ve been my teacher in the end
Of what not to become
What things to avoid
And how fucking much we are alike

I′m looking at him now
With no anger inside
Just a sad old man sitting on the bed
And thought I still feel his prints on my soul
I can stand straight
Look him in the eyes
And smile

Once a child
And now almost a man
It seems you've been my teacher in the end
Of what not to become
What things to avoid
And how fucking much we are alike