Will our reign be our final tickets home
Setting sail amongst shores
freedom no control.
These dreams I must condone make it into reality
On another broken ship,
where on earth are they taking me?
Waking up to rows of human crocuses
Chains on necks and ankles
Thousands of orphans breeding, bleeding split choices of life or death
nothing's left not even a righteous step
I mustn't be weak though thorns may swing I shouldn't fret.
Is this the cause of death
Did I do something in my past
To believe these horrific visions
Of our race become of trash
Black skinned rationed off of the pale pigment
Treating us as animals dogs on a leash it's sickening
Did I just see freedom oh yes a million miles away
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Will our reign be our final tickets home
Setting sail amongst shores
freedom no control.
These dreams I must condone make it into reality
On another broken ship,
where on earth are they taking me?
Waking up to rows of human crocuses
Chains on necks and ankles
Thousands of orphans breeding, bleeding split choices of life or death
nothing's left not even a righteous step
I mustn't be weak though thorns may swing I shouldn't fret.
Is this the cause of death
Did I do something in my past
To believe these horrific visions
Of our race become of trash
Black skinned rationed off of the pale pigment
Treating us as animals dogs on a leash it's sickening
Did I just see freedom oh yes a million miles away
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