I'm so tired to see the way my friends get sick
Of the people that need to find a prey
They will suck you dry of all you have.
I just want to say that you are not the ones
To bury your free lives under the slavery stone
Don't let them do that if you are in mind.
I'm telling the truth just try to listen
but you don't even try to hear me
So that is your choice I won't bother you.
I chose to stay away from such parasites
Without that feed they will die
If you want me to advise I'll tell you what to do
Don't trust don't care and don't depend.
At so called home I was left alone
You spilled my bowl
My bowl of anger
My bowl of wrath.
No air to breathe in
The nerves like soldiers in a battle
Orange lights through dirty windows
Stare like burning eyes at flowers.
No love to fall in
It's gone and no one's gonna bring it
Back to the hearts that left some bloodstains
All over their hearts and gloves.
My words are sounds
My hands are mouths
My heart is meat
No feel, no need.
No voice to be heard
No smile to make others laugh.
No eyes to be seen
No heart to make others love
'Cause I don't remember how to love.
Everything is gone.
Turn around and go straight on
To the place you feel good at
Not the one you've been told to go.
These beautiful voices in my ears
Could set up new magnificent buildings
For us to live in the newest world
There will be our own rules.
I often see us in my dreams enjoy the dawn
I know that better days are coming.
I'm glad to see the way my friends get free
Of those who tried and failed to send us to the prison of "life"
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