Summer is strange, not what it used to beSun’s blinding me but it’s still so cold in hereThere’s something in the airSomething, that I can’t defineI can’t turn it aside, no. Not this timeAll I’ve done can’t be forgivenThe selfish first born son, yes, that’s who I amI go on and on. I can’t fill my greedDestroy everything for a piece of nothingWarning signals all around:Prodigal son’s been left behindNo one sees what’s plain to seeWe cause our own insanityWe made a warfield of our homesProdigal son’s been left aloneHow can you turn your face away?!We dig our own graves everydaySit down beside me, I’ve got something to tell:Last night I killed the man also known as myselfBut who’s in the mirrorstaring back at me?I know this face is the one, that I don’t wanna see