Sand plugged in his ears and rubbed in his eyes
Guilty of hope born to idealize

To wander off the path of the chosen
Your fate it seemed already in motion

For dad a son always a little boy
Watching him grow inescapable joy

Nick finding places and making his way
In risky enterprises some would say

You’re going to climb high connecting that wire
Nick going to a place a little higher

Sadists rehearse a sick soulless scrimmage
Salt burning wound in recorded image

In a smoked filled room all a Hookah bar
Make a new song with an oud or guitar

Utopian beat writers live to conform
And the news hit his father like a storm

Monsters who slaughtered his son with no grave
A traumatized father somehow forgave

You’re going to climb high connecting that wire
Nick going to a place a little higher

Gushing levee of pain about to crack
There’s no amount of strength found to hold back

Crestfallen and drained to an empty shell
Condolence is futile nothing to tell

The dead are stolen with no voice to give
God knows only the victim can forgive

Harem in heaven jihadi with awe
Judgement eternal with virgin si’lah

You’re going to climb high connecting that wire
Nick going to a place a little higher

But to know the clear horrifying truth
A kick to the gut and shoved in a booth

They can rot in hell breathing hot air
And if there’s a heaven I think you’re there

Truth is so bright it’s not an illusion
I don’t understand moral confusion

That good guy Nick Berg sing goodbye Nick Berg
That good guy Nick Berg sing goodbye Nick Berg