I'm a gorgeous rose, blossoming with the dawn Tear off the petals and leave only the thorns No one sees the tears on this clown's face but I've cried enough to wash me from this place
Heaven awaits, heaven awaits Cage to stage, the lines that fade I'm the king and I'm the fool 'Entertain! ' You're so **** vain My life is wasted on you
Oh, you smiling faces, hold your applause The ground grows flowers to hide scars of war With the morning Sun I will rise, to meet the man with the gun by his side - oppressive hands All I have to lose are my chains!
Heaven awaits, heaven awaits
Eighty-six shots fired Eighty-six shots fired Eighty-six shots fired into me Eighty-six shots fired, I'm struggling to breathe Eighty-six shots fired, my heart ceases to beat Eighty-six shots fired, to set me free!
Rage pent-up inside of me rusting my sanity You'll have no pardon, beg you please What is this word βhumanity'? If I make it out this place, I'll find out where you cowards lay No blood will drain out from my face As I stomp you to your ******* graves!
This is the true story of Tyke.
Originally lyrics to a song of the same name, by the band Amber Light Choices; this song has been adapted to fit the poetic format.