When she was but a child,
she built a man-made shell;
And there she would retreat,
on her many trips to Hell.
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No animosity or strife,
did ever reside there;
She was at peace within it,
no expectations or cares.
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She felt peaceful and secure,
as she rid herself of the Beast;
Who tortured her, every night,
before she went to sleep.
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There was no chance for escaping,
for it came without a sound;
And in the quiet of the night,
her teardrops hit the ground.
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At least she had her tomb,
a place where no one came;
If not for her safe place to hide,
she might have gone insane!

God's gonna toss a stone,
And that stone is yellow.

Choke the sky,
Poison the water.
Where has the sun gone?
The stone is casting a shadow,
It is winter in the summer,
Now all I see is yellow

Nobody can run,
Nobody can hide,
Nobody can escape the yellow.
Everything tastes like yellow.

The air is yellow,
The water is yellow,
The food is yellow,
The soil is yellow,
It all tastes like yellow.

Yellow is the colour of death,
and yellow is the only colour that I taste.