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 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 The family gathered around his grave To be or not to be ready for it To be or not to be ready for it To be or not to be ready for... 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 The panic monger is hypnotized Back to life, back to life, back to life now Back to life, back to life, back to life now The panic monger is hypnotized The panic monger is hypnotized To be or not to be ready for it To be or not to be ready for it To be or not to be ready for... Control this urge to be buried alive When your family dies one by one Control this urge to be buried alive When your family dies one by one They let go