To flee far away , to a new home , perhaps , Away from , the wreck , but I can ’ t , I collapse . In front of the man , with the mask with the grin The grin of an enemy , but he says one of kin . But it ’ s one of a prisoner . Of a killer . Of mine . Of a man who ’ s job is to cause me so much trouble ,
Who now stands among the rubble . The rubble of home Of a past long gone And he speaks of me . Of me as a kid , And of him as the father .
I can ’ t believe the voice of his , one sincere , when speaking of this . As if I can forget , All the things that he did .
But he talks of regret , Saying he didn ’ t know better ,