It was a sad and dark place,
Where you sleep with savages that are tamed,
Where they'll feed you indigestible calories
Where you'll hear everyone roaring
A place that the only sweet music,
are the gates opening and closing
If I was destined to this place,
I'll be gone without a trace,
I'll be gone along with the wind
Gone like life in the hot desert
Forever gone to avoid conviction
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
It was a sad and dark place,
Where you sleep with savages that are tamed,
Where they'll feed you indigestible calories
Where you'll hear everyone roaring
A place that the only sweet music,
are the gates opening and closing
If I was destined to this place,
I'll be gone without a trace,
I'll be gone along with the wind
Gone like life in the hot desert
Forever gone to avoid conviction
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