Northern Patriarch Songtext
von Soup

You could scream through these walls
With those meaningless phrases
You′ve put on repeat
But the words fall like leaves
After leaving your lips
No they'll never reach out anymore

The fear that you placed in that little child
Will be ghosts in your sleepless nights
Your ego and self-centered dreams
Hope they′ll bring you what you need


When you pushed us away
With your mental decay
Did you really expect
That your annual phone call
Could make us believe
In what you believed

So sweet and so tender the thoughts you convey
But never display
For seventeen years it's quite a drive
But in seventeen years
Will you know we're alive

The fear that you placed in that little child
Will be ghosts in your sleepless nights
Your ego and self-centered dreams
Hope they′ll bring you what you need