A garden full of sweat and tears
The weeds have choked what once was mine
  Each blossom that manages to escape the dark
   Have learned to make a difference

A graveyard filled with rotten years
Enveloped by forgotten memories
  The night guard keeps watch on the nothingness
   On the heavy and solemn eternal embraces

An abandoned swing hangs from the oak
That sits in the backyard filled with heartbreak
  Everyone as left and the windows are lacking light
   Even the moon cannot break the shield of ivy vines

Through that small window in the top left hand corner
A shard of hope still lingers with the perfume of life empty
  One eye is all it takes to glance out and see the landscape
   Not a single soul remembers the occurrences in that house

The night guard makes his way as dawn breaks
He's weary from watching over those awful tombs
  Up the paths, through the garden, to the front door
   A stench floods his nose, but that stench is long gone

It is only a memory of a promise he could not keep
Up to the top left hand corner window
  Well, Mr. Gravedigger, bury me soon,
    He smiled at the bottle he should have put down

But that was why his beloved family
Rest in the ground behind his house and his garden
  The teddy bear in his dead daughter's crib
   Reminds him of all the **** that he once did

He screams at the bottle as if it's somehow its fault
That the night guard could not watch over his life
  He opens a cabinet and places the barrel
   Pressed to his head, then pulls the trigger, but he isn't dead

What cruelty is this? I want my wife back!
The night guard lay bleeding on his sweet daughter's carpet
  The sirens started wailing as the sun peeked through
   And poor Mr. Night Guard descended to Hell