Young boy, you've grown with age You've filled with rage You learned to hate all of those things you used to crave You're so angry, and a bit confused You said you'd take back from the world that which that god has taken from you You burned down the bells You sealed off the well So tell all the angels they better not show I'm not coming home Together forever, forever alone Tell all the angels I'm never coming home So you've gone to meet your maker So you've gone to meet your maker All alone he plainly waits He was smoking a 27 He said "it's getting kinda late" All I tried to do was help you And all you did was push away So who am I to judge you? You made your bed and now you'll lay Now your veins they are so vacant Just like the creek that you bled dry You tried You tried You tried So tell all the angels, they better not show I'm not coming home Together forever, forever alone Tell all the angels I'm never coming home I'm never coming home