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Mar 2017
1, 2, 3, men outside the door, and they're lookin' a little gritty. They expect me to sit here lookin' pretty. No, no, I won't conform. No, no, my mind won't deform.

You won't catch me in a pink dress, you won't see me tryna' look like you. They tell me to be on my very best, but we all know a yes from me is the devil's due.

It's time to go, it's time to go.

Oh no, mother's lookin' sad. Oh no, father's goin' mad. Momma can't take it, papa wants to fake it. She can't fake it. I can't fake it.

Oh no, red ink is sinkin' into me, why does it smell like that? And where did Momma go? Momma, where'd you go?

Oh no, his face is blue and purple, hangin' from the spinning circle. He just keeps swinging, but Papa, the phone keeps ringing.

It's time to go, it's time to go.

You won't catch me with a painted face, you won't see me in that rigged up race. They tell me it's time to go, but I wanna stay and watch my heart grow.

You're only in it for the money, but you pretend like I'm your bunny. Where the hell did the love disappear to? None of it is true.

Lies surround us, it's becoming a blanket. Here comes the prison bus, your body's in a casket. Thought it was a ****** and a suicide, but really he just heard her, and I had to slice and lie.

I myself drank a little cyanide.

It's time to go, it's time to go.

They tried to change me, they only caged me. I felt caged, oh I felt caged. They were money hungry, I felt small and lonely. It was lonely, it was oh so lonely. I wanted to play, they wanted the pay. I wanted to play, oh I wanted to play.

I heard the sirens, I grabbed the virus, I know my science. Drank a little cyanide. I won't be caged, no I won't be caged.

It's time to go, oh it's time to go.

Lookin' pretty for you all, it's just too big of a risk. I have a gift for you all, one's in the room, the other in the office.

Caging myself for you, sitting tall, it's just not happening. It's time to fall, oh it was all just maddening. They thought it was a ****** and a suicide, I myself drank a little cyanide.

It's time to go, oh it's time to go.
Written by
Snow Wolf  Miami, Florida
(Miami, Florida)   
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   Lior Gavra
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